A-THIS 52, Словетский - Basquiat - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the bag the cans are filled with paint Bro, my lungs are filled with chamfer Black and fresh,

as if he was erasing it with Laska Previously, as it is, it would seem like a fairy tale to me. My brother has a tool with a laser pointer in space, and eventually the stars go out.

Drops on the fores like I'm Basquiat

In the puddles, my style is clearly reflected Next to me, both fresh and classic Nobody fumbles - we move the plastic I fly in and fly out like Aster

Double bottom in the head, ice, I'm like an Iceberg

The speed picked up and it became more dangerous

The censors check, it means I'm a master

No matter how much I fell in life, I was honest

There's a blade in your pocket for your ass

little mediocrity

I want to blow up all the lava on my mom

The advantage of blowing up everything with lava is small

I don't bully, I rap tightly

In rap since the cradle, I stupidly live it

My dreams are all made of chrome and glass, I drown them for an idea, but not at all a sect.

Appreciate my sound, I make it delicately

I move clean, I don’t push grams

Each of my brothers is already a giant

My shoes are too big for you

We came from the streets and not from TV

I hear their rap, white, you're a delitant

Dive to the bottom fucking like damn divers

Took this shit out like an uber driver

Not according to the law but I'm doing it right

little gook in the slut Geek

I'm in the Caucasus mountains and I'm scorching the view

I'm calling out the beats now, name name dynamite