88 - Freestyle - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Knew friends, loved friends. They made dessert, a knife in the back for dinner, and who cares that their face is in a puddle. Your advisor is anger, you're unarmed, my Mustang is pulling without tension, her ass is firm. An empty hall, the door is at the end, registration is complete, two rings on the wrist. How are you, kid? And there are tons of stories like this, it's nice in the silence, the stuffing is from Kyzylorda, Blunt is twisted. In expensive clothes, I love Nikes, Adidas, leather, I'm so happy, a wonderful day, glad I survived. I can earn money, my mind is in place, thank God. Every minute is more precious than gold, a suitcase without a handle is folded in half. A look from the car window, bastards in the crowd have hidden their faces, a drug dealer is cutting off children's wings. The sky is a clear horizon, grimy dimensions, I press myself to the right. I park my car on the side of the road and wipe my slightly dirty shoes with a damp cloth. There's no gloss here, they're afraid to walk, those assholes who pollute rap culture. The streets are bustling with life, there's no fashion, the guy doesn't care about the night, the main thing is the fridge is full, the kids are fed. Another dead man, and another completely dead. Hey, hungry dog, the well-fed one doesn't understand you. (I'm from here, I'm from these outskirts, I've never seen stars, it's pure fake) They're far from rap,) They just see a juicy steak in our cuisine, get the fuck out... This is the culture of the strong, this is the culture of the brave. You have no fucking business here.