Текст песни Ярмак - Моя движуха

Hide the children, cut off the light - my rocket is flying.
I wrote an album over the summer, bro, you listened to it.
There are no stories of gloomy Russian ghettos in my verses,
MC fall jacks, brothers, your song is sung.

Not for coins, I continue to torment my music in the same way,
He interrupted the beats in the night, and in the morning he fired up.
I put on sneakers, drank tea and flew to NAU,
Behind the doors one hundred and sixth, chops my cheerful sound.

Seryozha, press Rec, Sancho will punch punches
We'll rewrite the above back and we'll have lunch at Valk,
Lyova will come in and register a couple of cool games.
Fir and Micha pulled themselves up, Marty fucked.

This is not a tusa, here are guys with soul and taste
It is important that, brother, inside, everything else is the bottom and debris.
Wait for an album from Bardak, but for now, my solo,
Appreciate how five Ukrainians adequately represent the Stolny.

Chorus: (x2):
Here are masters of the pen without knowledge and a fucking ear.
Studio Don we sit, we sing - this is my movement.
Here they respect for their deeds and appreciate the strong in spirit,
My movement, I hear, my movement.

Turn it up, bracho, since cheto means a pumped up rep,
Over the years, we have not been dragging benefits, now the banchik is steeper.
Think what a knockout it is, lyricists and dreams.
Pak from the city of K ... Five seasoned MCs.

This is the Capital City, let's stir everything around, brother, if you are ready,
This is not a game! Everything is at stake as long as we are here.
We will have beats and, whatever one may say, we have little noise here
And he cuts by force, while my movement is in business.

My movement is, anyway, far from boredom,
Musical carriage or turnip cauldron, daily party.
We drink whiskey, pour muzla over the columns day by day.
In the eyes of excitement, team, positive, and not a step back.

Our motivation, get up off your knees and we don't need hashik,
After work we will play trash in the apartment, staying to sleep in the toilet.
Whatever the boys and I did, we didn’t share the shares without fighting,
We trampled melancholy with our boots, my movement is an eternal flame.

Chorus: (x2):
Here are masters of the pen without knowledge and a fucking ear.
Studio Don we sit, we sing - this is my movement.
Here they respect for their deeds and appreciate the strong in spirit,
My movement, I hear, my movement.

Do you want to know what kind of movement is making a nix here?
Whether for fun or to mix with noise on the radio.
Nope! our intentions are to blow up the planet,
We are not available but in the network, among the opponents.

My movement is without rules, take care of the cabin.
If the track is delivered, as if from a deflection, put it on the mobile.
Truth blows the heads of the worthy - the game of the priests is straightforward,
This is the capital, get in touch without leaving your home.

Everyday life is like jumping without a parachute, it's hardly a Truman.
Five minutes from the ground, Vasya, you would not think so.
Out of a thousand random shots, one is a control one,
Table rap is when we represent the capital.

Give me a crab! It's just the right sound, bro.
Boys from the city! With home delivery in all cities.
This is the only way! And we are not cops, but wherever I am
My movement raises your hands to the sky!

Chorus: (x2):
Here are masters of the pen without knowledge and a fucking ear.
Studio Don we sit, we sing - this is my movement.
Here they respect for their deeds and appreciate the strong in spirit,
My movement, I hear, my movement.