Текст песни Дракон - Кобра

Verse:
All napontovannym minor reperkam
How many of you when friends did not run away mudohali
Stuck, even though I was born white rapper
Engaged rap, so I get down to business

From the green and to the outskirts know
Those people that are driven repite
He Mouzon, which goes under the number nine
And then in my rap is already growing tree

My Level, I do not measure the strength
Lines and truth, what people call style
My rap is born without a guide on the crowd
I'm not known for not schmuck and burdock

I am seen in a coffin, everything that he saw on the screen
All the assholes that consider themselves to be gods
Fill their pockets, leash would fill the pocket
Nine not one of them, nine is not the format

Chorus:
There tekstok and picked minusok
Eighth floor, it is this Cobra
Indispensable authority of Russian rap
Nine in the eighth, again ebashit tracks

Verse:
Do not try to scare me, asshole
If Che nine-oh-three, my current address
If Che in the area is always more than one
Bro, I think you know how to find me

Nicotine, the one who will not betray
Repachёk, one that I am not writing for the masses
Yards, confirmation of my words
Russia, a country that for anything I will not betray

So now you already know who I am
Consider that we are already a little familiar
Not that it is necessary to consider me a hero
Just asshole I will not leave alone

What, you're not pleased with my rap
What do I write for people, not broad caps
Not for the weekend, in the Negro style
And for households my native Russia