FASD - Air Freestyle - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What do you know about dredges, concrete slabs, tags on the walls? I don't move in fear, check my pockets after me. You haven't seen everything I can, I'm full of mana. For your truth, they'll eat you whole here - that's a true life man.

The best throw is to dump all your exes, My bitches aren't for sale, but on display. My nerves are calm, I've de-energized them with white. I forgot again what I promised this baby.

I'm addicted to this smoke. I've smoked a lot, there's less oxygen in the world now. If they ask me, I'll do it beautifully. Don't look back, because there are a lot of knives in your back. My strength is sapped, my spliffs are undermined. Rhymes fly out of me like packs from pockets. I write regularly, you can't catch me, I dissolve in the fog.

I'm picking up a baby, but I'm not talking about the prison cell. I'm not talking about the zone, but I'm in the cell now. This is not right. The foam room became my second home. I got everything I wanted with blood and sweat.

Your bitches are all dirty, but I'm not talking about vulgarity; I'm in deep trouble. This is my lifestyle: a black hole. Mountains on the table. Why compete? Not my path. I dump you, but you love to come back again.

I destroy stereotypes, then I make numbers. You're too small, what kind of business is that? You haven't even seen 5%! What's happening on the streets, but you're a fucking street dog on the tracks. I fly at the speed of a train.