Ygan feat. Ryuk - Hunter - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sundays in the city moving slow,

Only real niggas keep you float

Only trill niggas I know,

Hunter was delirious,

Gigabytes were measured by the sweat of his brow.

In a cocoon of closed streets,

Foundations changed, hearts hardened.

That pollen scattered in the hope of finding its soil and growing thickets.

But the oppression of that city, like a landslide, cuts to the roots everything that the voices tried to say.

The alter ego wanders in turmoil to the screams of the abused cricket

Julosite plays on speculation that they are tirelessly pumping for a loss, guess what.

Intermission is coming

Maybe the prompter can tell me what the essence of my role is?

Or they will all stand in a row and keep hammering until the doors open.

Ri ri

The smell of props is there, the lights are going out again

In passing, guys wander out of the area and try to spread the word about luxury, but they lie

Only by showing off can they hook other people's girlfriends, hey friend, don't fall for this brute

Come on, don't make us get out of

Scabbard swords

I'm saying that without having money we are also rich

the integrals of the Congo were asleep.

Hunter was delirious,

Gigabytes were measured by the sweat of his brow.

In a cocoon of closed streets,

Foundations changed, hearts hardened.

That pollen scattered in the hope of finding its soil and growing thickets.

But the oppression of that city, like a landslide, cuts to the roots everything that the voices tried to say.

Hey, my flow is right in your face, don’t run ahead of the locomotive, it’s circling in your head with a wheel of temporary ideas already filled to the top with water

Let me move confidently and without annoying problems, trying to turn the trough in the opposite direction of the current among people who do not know their great opportunities to improve their lives.

Probably you shouldn’t lose yourself in your pen as if there was a crowd of night watchmen at the exit

It's not style if you give up on your life and lose your skill

Hurry up and don't take a step back among the stone faces

marked in childhood by the requests of space near the standing pillars of unsolved problems and questions, in essence, just choose the path and move on without thinking like other primates with a country grimace on the stone face written erased on the stone face written erased