Текст песни дам тебе суть

Обновлено: 09.11.2024

Володе не давали называть себя поэтом.
Подписями в кабинетах страны советов.
Мы родились в ней в приветом.
Вылезли к жизни с приветом.
А тут календарь завис.
И у меня как у него в балладе двое "Я".
Первому платят, у второго мелодия.
На кармане не разобрать кому проще.
Я сыплю кристаллы соли на старые дрожжи.
Чтобы выплюнуть вожжи.
И дать в рот микрофон кожаный.
Той суке что меня клюёт.
Бошка принадлежит мне и что внутри моё.
Этот кусок не продаётся, не заёбывай.
Наворачиваю мысли, о чём то вроде кармы.
Иду пинаю пачку из под "Монте-Карло".
Думаю что интересно жить, лучше чем шикарно.
И полезно если годы обжигали.
Если шакалы скалились и получали по зубам.
Если не было сна, засыпал, курил, засыпал.
Хоть моя палуба без крыс не осталась полюбасу.
По мере сил выкупаю мазу.
Палю Васю или братскую душу реже.
Пою песни для вас, мат уши режет.
Просто не будь ахуевшим, мы люди как люди.
Я дам тебе суть, столько сколько будет.

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Look, here's the purity .
Acoustics I fill my emptiness.
Well purely one that once the curtains in the morning .
Your game lead , but save the jackpot or something.
And in fact a catch twenty-two I have are cold.
Shore spark , buying your way .
Places does not find the needle in the haystack here .
And for my mother's path will lead to a dead end all .
Is hot , sometimes boils as well .
Changed when I redeem as he lived .
Verbal caricatures , top color of asparagus.
Important ideas , lyrics, even the water .
A few days ago here listen, from himself asking .
Maybe better not flattery , stupidly in this mess .
But without it and how do I .
I have this rhyme nurtured , cultivated as ganja .
The potential is huge , but it spent itself , to fuck
How do Semenycha , remember? Two & quot; I & quot; in the ballad .
During my two characters , too , they do not get along .
First on the dugout , the second hold in the House .
In many respects, was not right , so let them , to hell with it .
I began to seek the truth rather late .
As it turned out later, the world was I known.
According to its simple, why would ? But who knows.
Time to exchange on the air , all melted.
Pitches settled only by dense layers .
Leaving paste alone with sheets.
I'll try everything in its place I arrange .

His own judge and the court himself
I 'll give you the essence , like a chew samsa

His own judge , and the court himself
I 'll give you the essence , like Hawa samsa

Volodya not allowed to call himself a poet.
Signatures in the offices of the Soviet Union.
We were born in her greetings .
Climbed to life with greetings .
And then the calendar hung.
And I like it in a ballad two & quot; I & quot ;.
The first plateau , the second tune.
On the pocket can not tell someone easier.
I'm rolling in salt crystals on the old yeast.
To spit out the reins.
And give the microphone to his mouth leather .
That bitch that I bite .
Bosko is mine and what's inside my .
This piece is not for sale , not zaёbyvay .
Welling thought about something like karma.
Go kick bundle from under the & quot; Monte Carlo & quot ;.
I think what's interesting to live better than chic.
And useful if burned years .
If jackals Rocks and received in the teeth.
If there was no sleep , sleep , smoking , sleep.
Though my deck without rats remained polyubasu .
As the forces redeem Mazu .
Palud Vasya or fraternal soul less.
Sing a song for you , mate ears cut .
Just do not be ahuevshim , we the people as people .
I'll give you the essence , as much as you will .

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