HABAL, CR4CK, Цена Смеха, Gimme love - Настоящий рэпер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

HABAL - how to get up and go out, me, me

I'm blowing clouds into the sky from a bong while squirting, me, me

Haba lifted himself from the bottom, wiped the dirt off, me, me

Now there's no longer a hole for a dick in my pocket

Like there's no dick, and I don't need sex anymore

I've shot everything off there, I'm a fucking eunuch

Baby, if you really want to, check it out with your mouth

I have a dumpling there just like yours

And who cares what those evil tongues are saying

Why did I do that? I'll answer for the sake of music

Fuck family, fuck kids, it's all for the sake of music

I'm not distracted by all these bitches anymore

With these fucking tattooed models

With speed dating, massage parlors, brothels

On the outside, a eunuch, but inside, the core is getting stronger

To the envy of everyone, I'm a real rapper now

To the envy of everyone, I'm a real rapper now

I wear bandanas and caps, I release tracks like an assembly line, I make reels from counterfeit nickels, I collect a fan of shit-covered linars

I think I've gotten darker, like I'm turning into a black person, but my hips are still average-sized, but I know everything about hip-hop, I listen to Tupac in my headphones until my snot flies out, I'm a gangsta bitch, I'm a real rapper, but I got beat up in a back alley by a punk and a skinhead

But we won't tell anyone about this

Otherwise, I've seriously risked my street cred more than once Offended

I'm taking a picture with a gun for my VK profile picture

I'll write a diss about you if you're my hater

Everyday disability, I feel like my mom will feed me furniture, I'll heat up borscht with bread for lunch, indignation, lectures, the choice cringe from my mouth I'll call abstraction, we're deleting tracks, we're scared of the current situation so the cops don't impose sanctions on us

They didn't turn us into prisoners

I have an extra chromosome

Kraka from 105 is a real rapper

Baby is waiting in Moscow

And I

And I

In my own backwater

I'm writing rap, baby, wait for me

Like on that very show

Change on cardboard

The main thing is that I'm not fucked, yeah right! Your wife is surrounded by masts

The match is lost

A patch sewn onto your skin by a drunken mother

Rappers don't cry

I see a woman's open mouth more often than a dentist

So what's the big deal?

Somewhere it's too little, somewhere it's too much

I increasingly ask myself

What's so expensive?

The main thing is to shout loudly

And move your logo everywhere

And that's it, your brain is under attack

The price of laughter isn't just a slogan

We are like a piece of paper stuck to the roof of your mouth

Habal crack and true

Fuck, fuck