Кондрашов - Диктант - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hands on the table, phones on the desk.

I'll dictate a stern mantra to you.

If you talk nonsense, I'll hit you with a slipper.

I kick you - it's Sparta (badass, ha ha)

They say it looks like Gon Fludd (what? Again?)

Like only dumb rookies are chattering (I didn't understand a thing).

You're not ready to defend the shores against the fumes of alcohol,

Take the city, alligator, telling them arigato. The giants' mountain views led them through the years.

Stop... This isn't a joke, kid.

Go all the way,

You're ready - banzai.

Back off the old men and give them a kick in the ass.

This field hasn't been plowed, be it bullets against the boss,

Be it a monk's hive, like a bullying attack, that

Half-poker won't understand - but that's just your bad luck, because

You're one of those who stupidly thought, "Denzel Curry is sauce" (beach)

Everyone, shut up, this is a dictation! (I didn't understand a thing...)

Take notes, rap game! (But it sounds cool)

What do you want? Don't piss me off - I didn't understand a thing, son...

My rap, Bolt, like Usain!

The stacks of Vatican Robocop, with pasta flowing down them,

The gangsters smashed the crown: the gang's Hammers, the people's alibis are crows.

We've overcome you - Woody Allen's breed. The Baron will be exposed.

You have no defense - commas and periods, you've all prepared double-page sheets.

Yes, yes! Home, room - don't talk about it in the whirlpool.

Stop, friend! Or suddenly with dimensions on the floor. You didn't get a mountain of hands preparing a bomb.

He's here, but not up to the KD on the field - thief, ugh. Horror of chickens, but not knee-deep - call me Tom Cruise.

Oh, cool, don't talk about it in my hum...

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh - you're wrong, I'm kung fu, so that there's no water in rap, I beeped kung fu.

You're wrong, I thought you were dead - is that surreal, bruh? That's why I blow bullets with both hands.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh - you're wrong, I'm cool ful, you didn't talk about this benefit for cultures.

While you were throwing tobacco down your lip, I wasn't grieving and was making top-notch music for the tour.

You'd like that - your raps are garbage.

Your verses were WACKBAN'd.

Mine sound like the soundtrack to "Brat 2."

You thought rapping like that was a given.

But my hip-hop is 322.

You're not ready yet, Dunya Kulakova.

On a ride around the neighborhood - it's "Kin-Dza-Dza."

Damn... they turned the game upside down - yuck.

There's no time to cry - after all.

No matter how cool my path is,

I did everything I wanted - facts.

They talk about my skill, like,

"I don't understand" - the beat is kidnapped. Yes, I'm stealing your heads,

While you thought this text was just a fake (brraa!)

Everyone, shut up, this is a dictation! (I didn't understand a thing...)

Take notes, rap game! (But it sounds cool)

What do you want? Don't piss me off – I don't understand a thing, son...

My rap is Bolt, like Usain!

Yeah, you're not ready. While a nigga is home, you'll glance at your quirks and hematomas behind a whale, the Megatrons are indignant.

You don't get it, for God's sake, this is a joke room. I'm not home, I'm not sick, but I'm a bullet in the armor of a battlefield. I'm not a field, I'm not Kolya, a painful one anyway, how far is it? You're not Volya, you're nothing more than a loli (This is nonsense)

Everyone, shut up, this is a dictation! (I didn't understand a thing...)

Take notes, rap game! (But it sounds cool)

What do you want? Don't piss me off – I don't understand anything, son...

My rap is Bolt, like Usain!

Everyone, shut up, it's a dictation! (I don't understand anything...)

Take notes, rap game! (But it sounds cool)

What do you want? Don't piss me off – I don't understand anything, son...

My rap is Bolt, like Usain!