Текст песни Падваротня - Бэу

Padvarotnya represents this world without pathos makeup. Take off your pink glasses, stick your head out of the toilet, Fake pseudo rap, eats out the brain of imbitsilov, Without charisma and style, finding himself on the crest of a wave, Flicker on the screen with an advertising board in your hands, Buy on with your giblets, Hawaii bespontny slag. They tear their clothes on themselves, they say they represent the culture of the streets. They give hope at first, but quickly fall down, Where there is violence, outstretched hands and lies. No one considers you alive, because you die anyway. And by and large, all to lay down with a big butt, Who you were yesterday, and who you may become tomorrow. The truth is only if you are not lying to yourself, Call me, warn me when the answer is ripe, Against or not my clan, I answer “Yes”, Heavy artillery fires from the very bottom! [DPMN] Pass the microphone over to a smoked villain. While I am a bastard, ideas-ideas are born in my head. It is aimed to stir up the crowd and You catch the feed. Get it ... it's like an action movie, just rap, not a movie. A shot from Padvarotni! ... Vinnitsa style is fast. We launched a wave. Follow the course of our thoughts, Firmly hinged in the rap of the 90s. We do not care about “age”. In a party are, as you see, only adults. Be aware, our gang does not present with dregs. Don’t even try to run over! We are able to turn against you, Your own weapon. It’s better not to - don’t get yourself in trouble. You only do harm. Here we are presenting advice. Loose lacing sneaker, dressed in "rap equipment". For 12 years, immunity has been developed with Hip-Hap. Feykam breaks the ridge, knocks the brains out of the present. The hammering bit awakens all sleeping from a coma! [Latinoz!] The boom of chigiri-bam, Padvarotnya is a slam, Put together, in parts a constructive tandem, Possessing a powerful aura, crazy intellect Encouraged to master the microphone - this is a boom-rap rap, Our faith is unshakable, penetrating the hearts of the Poet’s weapon, from the soul inner voice Giving strength and success, believe me! Chigiri is black clothes, a cool temper and an evil tongue, An explosive style call, sharp as a dog's fang, Gloomy faces, sparkling eyes, And thick digiri smoke soaring from my mouth. [RK!] I rearrange my words in places, I imagine style and prefer rhythm. This distinguishes itself, in fact, from what now there is practically nothing to please the hearing! Well, let's start? Glad to your attention! Pod-dy-we keep the classics of the genre, In any state, set the heat, Holding a microphone in your hand, make a fire! Padvarotnya - rap obscene, rap domestic. If morality is material, fuck her mother! We will certainly blow up, we are for any thunder in silence! We are for the rhythm in quatrains! [Judgematik Zen] 33 letters of the alphabet, the rich language of Russian, Here is more than building words, sentences and not just filling in the blank spaces of the sheet, MS transform the dialect into art. Set out the essence of the method of recitative forms, Mental baggage, skill, style through a microphone, Down with the swag, fashion, Padvarotnya as a phantom, Originally from an era, yes, the one called Golden. Remember, rap is deeper than rhymes and beats, Who will not dig deep will remain out of the game, A place to be, hardworking, street wars. [MICHI_GUN] Word with a broken syllable, fly to your ears, From the bottom of your heart, a shot from the basements, Microphones are our bagpipes, words are cartridges, Rap clones on the sides, eyo, chigiri-pam. We came to turn hip-hop upside down, Padvarotnya is preparing his rhyme-terrorist attack.