159 GANG feat. D.masta - CARTEL - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Tracks like a banner, my brothers were tortured in the interrogation department, we carry Italy,

They searched our pockets for bags without cameras,

Old scammers, what's left in them, it smells like combustion

You can't squeeze out a take, I only hear a mooing in it

This beat is like old ska, a horse mower, it's bold, there's a lot of room in the back, but strictly for those with whom I'm in tight quarters, look for the meaning, but Louis already buried everything in a suitcase, smoke was given to us for consciousness, air is all their promise,

You made cash man and how you squeeze royalties like Jarakh, he gave us all the money, because his elder is a sensible guy, the sufferers are burning not mammoths, but hamsters, such is the progress between people, I've seen their insides inside

Fog enveloped the city, hundreds of lines in the microsip, while the KC on the work we are now blowing up on Street, cashed out the lawyer, made about a nickel a day before the mainstream, I'm a street figure.

I move like I'm on nitrous, close in spirit the size of St. Isaac's Cathedral, my shooter wants to put a bullet in you, think a hundred times before you talk back to us.

Young Mavrodi flew in here, the goal was to rap while the joint was still smoldering, you can't get into our heads, the ladder broke, there's no denying it.

Tough guys are spinning around the city, I'm on a feature like Biggie.

I spit my flow into this single.

It'll pierce armor like a stinger.

Your rap, a wild grinder, begs.

This isn't a basement or a company.

More like courtyards and their myths.

Nigga, who do milfs love?

Our staff is always ready for a beef.

And you're just a nobody to us.

Trash in uniform won't save us here.

After all, we were given it. We'll feed you

We'll issue it to all platforms

Like caramel on a Pop-Con

My day is a killer Tuesday

My brother doesn't cut roots

Put it on repeat like a weed to the sun on a windowsill

And I can't live without it, I've been chronic for a long time

I'll rip you off a grand

Then I'll take a hundred from you

After all, you've been on the system for a long time

Hooked on our injections

Hey, I'm unstoppable, underage MCs, learn while we're alive, still cassette tapes, wide-legged kids, everyone knew in the 2000s that we'd cause a scene here

Then the 2010s, brother, money and chains, goods, and we knew where to get it all without GPS anyway

And even though they didn't know it was a scam, they were making a killing in the slums, one of the first who taught you how to take cash for rhymes, you know? The twenties are coming, and here I am, acting like it's the nineties, like trumpets, all the phrases are sharp, years later, and what do you say to me?

The twenties are coming, and here I am, acting like it's the nineties, like trumpets, all the phrases are sharp, years later, and what do you say to me?