Текст песни Тони Раут - Я у мамы рэпер

My name is Lenya, I'm a producer. You are nobody. Got it?
You can become a star with me, be calm
Pru as a showbiz armored train, I'm a golem legend.
Put a signature in the contract, the money will be the sea, the sea.

We’ll shoot the clips for you with a girl on the beach in a bikini,
Daiquiri flows down her bronze body.
And behind there is a convertible with Rimini landscapes,
At the chorus, the boys there waving branches on the style.

We will buy you Gelendvagen and pay for Casco.
We will break through a joint track with Tech N9ne, Vlad and Basta.
You’ll be with a gorgeous babe every day,
A sea of ​​wine and champagne, no place in your pocket from bucks.

Well, wait a while you are already on TV and on the TV channel your new clip,
You became number one, and you defeated them all not just zilch.
When you sign, you will have breakfast in Yakitoria,
We will buy you a cottage in Montenegro.

My name is Lenya, I’ve just believed here for a long time,
You signed, then the path to the stars is yours now.
The hot south recognizes you, and even the extreme north,
Now you have done well with your mom, you are a rapper with your mom.

Chorus:
I will become Rap Super Star, friend of Number One, True,
Rhymes like a pistol beat on a ramp.
I'll throw kilograms of dough down the drain
I’m done by my mom, I’m a rapper from my mother.

I will become Rap Super Star, friend of Number One, True,
Rhymes like a pistol beat on a ramp.
I'll throw kilograms of dough down the drain
I’m done by my mom, I’m a rapper from my mother.

But you see, signed a contract with Satan,
I tried to download the rights: "Brother, and who are you?"
Love tracks
And now with a pop star you write evening for the loot, it started.

On tour - a seated wagon, with the breeze,
Near the homeless already tomato without socks.
Drunk nonsense: "We drank Russia! Putin is a thief!".
In the dressing room of food on the rider - a sandwich.

The organizer is a sucker, people drove there before you,
It looks like it was driving away the season in Pakhtakor.
At the concert, the microphone in the monitor again
From the public came, only a chick with a bro.

Your producer drinks the Cipre cologne, he's an idol.
Says: "I'm rummaging in Russian rap, like Yo Nigga."
For sales on iTunes, writes the number zero in profit,
It makes a face like pouring salt into beer.

No, no. What do you want?
You no longer be in a mess, Russian rap
The task of the attacker is not to capitulate, but to hit nine.
Must be the winner of battles, fall, rise again fall,
Go out into a pair of opponents and cut like a pathologist.

Producer Lenya wants cash, and you are his machine,
He wants him more than the dwarf wants to grow legs.
No one will pave the way for bro stars for you,
Calling such Lena, send Lena to the bathhouse.

Chorus:
I will become Rap Super Star, friend of Number One, True,
Rhymes like a pistol beat on a ramp.
I'll throw kilograms of dough down the drain
I’m done by my mom, I’m a rapper from my mother.

I will become Rap Super Star, friend of Number One, True,
Rhymes like a pistol beat on a ramp.
I'll throw kilograms of dough down the drain
I’m done by my mom, I’m a rapper from my mother.

prologue:

“You will be a star, man.” I answer, the cha êàî talent! Now, right now .. now, you really live in the shit, but with me, real, you will achieve all that you want, understand ?!
“I’m going to be a rap superstar, friend, namba-uan tru, rhymes, as if from a gun-e-ea I kicked u-o-ut-ut” ... well, you understand, there will be a hit song! Far north .. you will be with mom .. battle rapper

Chorus:
I will become Rap Super Star, friend of Number One, True,
Rhymes like a pistol beat on a ramp.
I'll throw kilograms of dough down the drain
I’m done by my mom, I’m a rapper from my mother.

I will become Rap Super Star, friend of Number One, True,
Rhymes like a pistol beat on a ramp.
I'll throw kilograms of dough down the drain
I’m done by my mom, I’m a rapper from my mother.