Эскимос Crew, O.T - Freezy - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Rappers don't like me, I'm fresher than their club show program.

I'm looking for the best in them, the truth in their words, but I haven't found it yet.

I just saw their gangsta refuse a fat can.

I know that song, what they're singing about, it makes me both sad and funny.

I'm in my neighborhood right now, looking at the area, like I'm the music.

They don't care about these numbers, but everyone's monitoring, like, how many streams and downloads are there? And the deepest punchline doesn't hurt their souls, like a drunken loser's track.

You'll laugh, how I long to be near you, to be present with you.

They shake a coin, given to them by their ancestors, they smoke it all at once, even all the branches.

I call them stupid, and daddy's kids, and they drink this booze until the squirrels come calling.

I played og buda about red squirrels, shaking that mama like at a concert.

I need to be more in control of myself, otherwise I'm dependent, like in a cult.

Rappers don't like me because I buy out whoever's lying.

I look into your eyes, like the first time, your gaze literally melts the ice.

Rappers don't like me because I buy out whoever's lying.

I look into your eyes, like the first time, your gaze literally melts the ice.

Any beat feels like home, not a visit.

Today I'll spill sauce on my jersey.

Among the ice cubes. We're not freezing at all

Among my brothers, there are Eskimos with me

I'm arguing with the little one, I love her in a pose

Lovers of sniffing, bros

I'm happy again, why the fuck are you so menacing?

You've scattered everything beautifully, fuck the conflict! huh

Money is flying like a flip, huh

The chain is sparkling - a glare (whoah),

The girl is flowing down (girl)

So much cold - freeze, boy!

I'm doing great, boy

I'm close to hunger, huh,

That's why I'm hitting the jackpot, running to the main prize

White zhoriki make me fly, I jump high

Fuck anabolics, my friend with mass, he buried the law

White zhoriki make me fly, I jump high

Physicists buried the law... (yeah)

Take, take, take

ESCM sauce, MLK shake

All these clothes are fierce swag

We're in the media, we're going into the spotlight

Thread is fast as the internet

Sold-out concert, party, dawn

Nikes flutter across the stage when we go out to Babich's set (let's get it)

Baby, forgive me, but all this is trap shit

I see right through you, you're falling for it like a bad bitch

I have connections, gang rich on the map

Bricks on the block - that's Tetris

Tulum on the block, tennis rinks

Diego on the tube, will be the first

Young guy in the know, cash