Текст песни Проект Бенни - Я реп не люблю

I'm simple I'm ordinary
Usually not bull
And of course I do not scream
The fact that those who are cooler
They walked in the ass
My vocabulary is powerful
And I can usually prove to anyone
What is my word worth
And if you stand with me in battle
Hold on bastard
It will hurt
It will be a shame
Pretty couple of minutes
I can put the cha in a circle
And there I think you know
It happens
Let not the master
But many say
Benny, you read like that normally
You know, it's nice to me
But brother, get me no way back
Or me or you
Or glory tomorrow
Or a room, minus, leaflet, pen,
Attempt number two
Prove which of us is cooler
This evening will decide everything
Who labor
Who is the gansta stitched
Who blows the roof and snot flow
Tears
You don't cry, it's late bitch
Get the ball out of the river
I'm sure you think what nonsense I'm talking about
Well try better fucking
I hone my style at night
With a mug of tea and a couple of dots
I ride in the state of a blurred line
No drinker, sorry for the kidneys
And all uj in an hour I can create a powerful text
I usually sit on the roof
Breathing air
I read in my head
I remember the phrases for the new maz
Here is such an infection I have with 12 years

Rap i don't like
Rap i hate
But I read it after I write

Rap i don't like
Rap i hate
I am writing about what I see and how I live

I'm not an angel and not a demon
Not come from heaven
And wonders not doing
I am who I am
Present
User
Love my parent
I write rap, I live from paycheck to paycheck
It seems I’m not making plans anymore
And I think that until forty I do not live
I see what is happening around
I go all the same ways
And everything is sitting
All on the same roof
All the same, I write there
About what I breathe
And I suddenly began to breathe more often
I live as if in a thicket of forest
Waiting for spring
No I'm waiting for summer
I want to go where else I have not been
I want to finally spread my wings
And go to heaven
Angels in this world we
Not just a phrase
Not just a chest tattoo
I am sure you do not understand what these verses are about
I am sure you do not understand
How is it possible to spark a love of whore
When the only consolation is mother
When you want to say
How all cocks
But have to lie
And tell everyone around that everything is fine
And understand that in this world
No one not friend
And no faithful girlfriend
And the orderlies are hands
Throw on a gurney
Noting a senile heart attack
And an overdose of a young guy
sad when feelings go away and become empty
When the only salvation is bush seeds
brought from tajikistan
or flour from a country like Pakistan
But no longer become another
And honestly
I do not get rap read

Rap i don't like
Rap i hate
But I read it after I write

Rap i don't like
Rap i hate
I am writing about what I see and how I live