Loc-Dog - Шиповник - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Look how the current flows through my veins, boy, come on, put me on the beat,

I'll be fast as a peregrine falcon, strong as King Kong, you'll suck or we'll just wipe you out.

South-Eastern Administrative District is the best, oh, your spiritual rank, you'll soon destroy yourself.

While the music plays or while opening new mental horizons in the forests.

We will inevitably lose in the end, but as long as we're alive, we'll fuck your rap to the beats.

My status is high, but I still hang out with the lowlifes in bars, and you and Timati were seen in Soho.

The streets don't give a damn about all your talk about the high life, you took three grams in one go and hid it in your sneaker.

And if anything, you'll give some to the cops, that's how things work in the rap scene.

I know your brother will betray you for a gram, I know your enemy is the one who tells the truth,

And the streets don't understand why all your stories are about them, because you're not there.

I know your rap is hard work, you know yourself, your "true" has now become a corpse,

Because you're playing a game, only money rules your feelings, like a prostitute.

While they consider me a commercial rapper, we'll dilute their idols without suffering from conscience.

Rich suckers are ready to pay, supposedly for quality, everyone sniffs with their nostrils in a pretentious way.

This Petersburg guy passed it off as Cuban, three hundred euros, they snatched it up almost with their paws, quickly.

The one who took the most is that friend of the prime minister in the corner, eight bitches are partying with him, sniffing powder,

But I don't give a damn, he's powerful, Maga also gave up fighting, now he's here, all in Gucci. He'll get angry when he realizes he's been cheated, we're already here in the neighborhood, he's messing with someone else like that,

Actually, he doesn't give a damn who it is, my yard is dancing, every second person here will draw you cooler rhymes,

Who is addicted like a junkie, but free like a thief, if something goes wrong, we'll cover each other's backs.

I know your brother will betray you for a gram, I know your enemy is the one who tells the truth,

And it's unclear to the streets why all your stories are about them, because you're not there.

I know your rap is hard work, you know yourself, your "true" has now become a corpse,

Because you're playing a game, only money rules your feelings, like a prostitute.