Текст песни Баста - Музыка Мафия

I bite your ear through Mike, my Mike, Mike Tyson
I lost my mind like a youngster from a Chinese spice.
And hip-hop, like me, is not completely kormeten eats my brain.
To clear the mind of slags, be-be-be ...

Pure product, streamlined music traffic - the mafia.
Point of sale, see my schedule, learn geography.
Smokey Mo is with me and means the city on the Neva.
Delivery to every home with a courier, do not strike.

Grains sprouted into shoots, shoots into steel stems.
Stems in the trunks, or themselves overgrown steppe.
But I can easily give this jungle to fire.
And on the hot coals will go back.

I read like a first-grader primer at the desk.
But better so than to chvak, like you.
Professors and bachelors.
They say they have no equal, but I equate their rakes.
Their flotilla drowns, my paper boat.

Nah * th version and several versions.
I know who I respect, I know who in the list of peachesiy.
Cave talk, I have a reputation as a fierce villain.
Well, this is a little brother for me, and I will try it on.
How many were there, gangsters, murderers, thugs.
The foundation of my studio, the place of their common grave.
I don't care about benefits, like Gufu on his liver.
My success is dubious, like the success of Malevich's square.

Hey, everything on the surface.
To comprehend the truth, it is not necessary to grow upwards.
Sorry, I have not removed the mess in the music.
Dirty drums, and loop spizzh * nnaya in the legs.
Talkers say I have problems with text and cue.
But it says the opposite, the fact that the club is packed.
You play in the city, I visited almost everyone.
Almost every, almost every - twice.

Wife krasotulya, daughters grow.
I was told you are stupid, no, no, I'm right here.
Mr. Enerdzhayzer, solar battery.
Indo house, MC and beatmake Vasya Vakulenko.
Welcome!

Smokey Mo and Basta, SPB and RND.
Gulls chase, and master karate.
All areas, all portals.
Music mafia.
Gray slums, you are at the bottom.
Brotherly connection, killer track.
All areas, all portals.
Music mafia.

Here is tea Vasya and smoky Sasha.
Surprises a whole trunk from lazhi.
There may be two.
Give me a loop, fry it fine.
A bunch of my term, a gang of rapists under the buzz.
I'm not an actor, my whole life is a movie.
Yuna rhymed before this, dropping his nose into a snowdrift.
True to the tracks, it is under the visors of our caps.
Its religion, fraternity, resembles a sect.
Saldo-fake rap, they sound like paralysis of the larynx.
Kisa whispers, like a car, a bloody electric guy, I know, I know.
You want to do dirt, do dirty, not the best.
I am the best in the cube, Picasso's method, fingers are gathered into a fist.
This is our sign.
Black boiling water in the glasses can neatly shake the attic.
No one expected such a scenario.
But someone from above has the plans, has connected, as it is necessary.
I prefer to live like this from school.
I love to dream and hammer into the microphone.
Hear, oh ... stick into the microphone.
My bet is u, in at con.
My first salute, the city on the Neva.
I am far away, but I remember the orphanage.
The first name is Smokey, the second name is MO.
Our mix of lyrics with a cool cue ball.
Upstairs in the top hung with smoke from the ceiling.

Oh gods, let our horse come first.
And your will will certainly be fulfilled.
We climbed from the bottom.
Now it is appreciated by districts and cities.

(2x)
Smokey Mo and Basta, SPB and RND.
Gulls chase, and master karate.
All areas, all portals.
Music mafia.
Gray slums, you are at the bottom.
Brotherly connection, killer track.
All areas, all portals.
Music mafia.