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От Москвы до Санни Это наш дизайн Кто-то верит в Кришну, кто-то верит в Будду Кто-то верит в бабки, кто-то верит в чудо Кто-то верит, что чуда без них не бывает Кто-то верит: дерьмо не убивает Не было отца, точнее, был, но не было Хотел добиться многого, глазея на небо Теперь они считают, сколько у меня в кармане Считайте лучше, а то ошибётесь нулями Каждая строчка — джеб, со старта легло Чей-то зубной состав тронется из депо Я мастер злого саунда, паунды бэкграунда Out lap по МКАДу — Ники Лауда Они льют в коробку черепную маргарин А мы нормального музла тебе откропалим Скажешь: «Слим подарил», каждый за себя Жизнь котам, тем, что крепко на ветках сидят Мяу мяу мяу Imma cruise around the city With my blick on the side Yall just giving up your dreams And imma die for mine Это наш дизайн Ride along C-h-a-mp (thats me!) Im surrounded by the greatest in the game b Gotta only play for keeps - no plan b Touched, stopped, moved, rocked - can’t be Y’all must’ve forgot the boy got no brakes Pedal to the metal, you better stay in your damn place Back onto the beat and the base just like I never left Probably even though I gave up, I had to catch my breath Shoutout “Body Head”, even Roy said that I was born to rap В русском рэпе, тоже есть свой Батя «Get the strap!» (Doo doo doo doo!!!) All I do is grind hard Fuck around and find out Imma get what’s mine no matter what Смари сюда, брат! It ain’t about them watches, its about the time, hit you with them rhymes and the rhythm and season it with them punchlines (rrraaaah!) Every day I’m trying to find the steps up And to define the chances, less time to spend, more grind to make If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take Look at the moves I make That only proves I’m great, I’m cool like aid Go watch the news - I made it! (Hahaha) Imma cruise around the city With my blick on the side Yall just giving up your dreams And imma die for mine Ride along Here we go! Captain Hook back at it again On the mic throwing punches like I did in the ring Still grinding, still shining, still doing my thing Said I ain’t gon lose, so you ain’t gon win Boxing hall of famer Still got them shots in the chamber body head banger Ain’t nobody can save ya Hands low, reflexes cold, never fazed by pressure Prime time, pound-for-pound, can’t nobody test ya Quick like flash, power like a cannon blast Roy Jones flow — too slick, too fast you know the rest Long nights, long flights, still moving global Руссĸий паспорт на таможне - уступи дорогу Never backed down, never cracked, was never forced to lean back!!! The best to ever do it put Pensacola on the MAP Only rapper from the south that’s not famous for the TRAP Not a gangster but I can choke you with my champion strap So Let’s get ready to rumble Your jaw ready to crumble Throwing punches in bundles Im Lion King of the jungle Trying hard to stay humble But my trophies won’t allow me to Yep my trophies won’t allow me to Imma cruise around the city With my blick on the side Yall just giving up your dreams And imma die for mine Ohh ohhh oh oh Ride along Ohh ohhh oh oh