walkie - Акробатика - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I spit fire, so we're partying in hell today.

My pockets are full of aces, whatever you're holding, we can beat any ace.

I haven't seen any competition in a while, come on, hurry up and join me in the circle.

The machine gun is loaded for the enemy side, click-clack bang, and it's empty again.

I do acrobatics on the beat, by the way, my skillset isn't what it used to be.

But to let off some steam by shooting at opponents, sometimes I need a radical on the spectrum.

How do you like this rap? You were expecting this, Venom tactics. I need to devour them.

Don't leave them a chance to escape. Butting is pointless, because I'm taking the bull by the horns.

That was too brazen a beef, and what about the rap game? It got me to platinum.

My reach is dropping, simple math, I read underworld, but don't bother. Remember me

When I get serious about Mike, the opponents start playing Counter-Strike

As hostages, they need to be rescued, but there's no way to escape captivity

Hey, you've hardly seen anything like this, you probably farted like an MC and didn't finish reading, come out with me, if it's a prize race, then the curb is where I leave you all, and I have an excess of these midichlorians, count your losses from a lost battle, I'm for good in life, but you have to extinguish someone to buy some awesome advertising with this money, bro

Whatever you write next

To read like that, you have to be chosen by heaven

I got a couple of bruises, collected the notes, and froze

I need to prove to them that I'm chosen by heaven

How else can I prove it to you? The beat's speed is limited, but I'll step on the gas

Outrun every clown who thinks he's a rapper, but he can't read this text He tied it up.

After all, his tongue was tied in a knot, this is a rap, I'm teaching you the basics.

There was a lot of barking, but jumping into Clash with me—all those dogs chickened out.

Woof, woof, just woof, wild wolves won't notice dogs.

Wild Wolves and Lev Rapak, teach me how to freestyle.

I don't need to constantly rattle off, my tracks are on repeat for those who know how.

I made this track to expand my audience; there's a lot of cool stuff hidden in my discography.

I rap about love and hate, about unemployment, about intuition.

I'm probably not a street dog, but I did everything I could to make the neighborhood proud.

When will I blow up? It's unknown, I lost my wife, then I lost my fiancée.

And if all the girls walk off into the sunset, I'll always have music.

Hey, whatever you write next.

To read like that, you have to be chosen by heaven.

I got a couple of bruises, collected the notes, and froze.

I need to prove to them that I'm chosen by heaven.