Текст песни Earl D. - Рэп игра

Wake up, come on, come on, come on man x4

Hey, you need to run around the house, wake everyone up to say that Misha demands a floor.
Let them put their chains on their necks, caps on jugs, get AKAI out of their old case under the guitars.
Bam, bam, bam - a new beat is ready, now sit down more conveniently Misha has suffered,
It will pile up such a pile of punchy raw punch on the table for you that you guys will pay like Noise at battle versus.

This is a rap game, somewhere I lost the edge of it, it is still questionable whether the rapper is heterogeneous,
Someone says that in the rap game he is like a veteran, but then for some reason the bream fly out of St. Petersburg.
I may not understand something, remind me, what is apparently a synonym here,
To the phrase "We are drowning - out!" Explodes - Tony Routh. This is the opposite of wow!

Hey ... have you seen a rapper with a two-letter nickname here, my friend, it's tinder here, just the truth
I swear I am a saint as a bunk. This benchmark is so bold that it looks like a huge chest is hidden in it.
In which Johnny Boy and Basota were closed at the same time, and there one of them was rubbing the floors - filmed with a cell phone.
Bang bang motherfucker, BANG BANG BANG BANG! facts as accurate as the time on the Big Band clock.

Maine, god deamed, I recently listened to rap, and my cat started writing something in block notes.
While I was sleeping, he disappeared somewhere, then these vidos where Versus, and my cat SayMeow,
Wow! Check and checkmate of the rapper, even a cat reads better on beats and battles,
I propose to all of you to get together and join the group to Varchun called BATA.
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Green rappers, tons of them, brave on the net, like, who are you to me?
Think their rap is ringtones. Fucking stars, icons.
Rappers hate and love each other, like a fat woman that loses weight and keeps looking at pudding,
And to apparently fit into leggings she would have to choose, stop eating! Or so be oily.

The rap game is an ancient temple. Bread edge, sperm bank.
You see all the things that Gremlin preaches, it's either a dick on a T-shirt or a noose around the neck.
Take Versus, rappers diss and diss each other
It’s as if they’re not rubbing and they haven’t seen their friend’s boobs for about 5 years, they’ll push them out of the hands of these drones.

Or here's an example of the same type of repertory, he says that he turned the repertory, but in the ring they flew out,
His words like an innovator bring down, Bravo Billy, and that on the Internet, fans are sawing on ava,
So why did you lose then? It's so strange, Billy, they say that Klava Billy will take you out in the battle.
You said that the chick has your songs on the mobile, but they dance to my track on your grave.

Everyone cannot be drowned and for some reason this alignment does not soar me, I re-read the rappers while they are painting at the wheel,
putting wigs on the tower and signaling to the guilty morons that they made a traffic jam on the Moscow Ring Road.
Slap a diss on me while you can, run and watch out because Misha will love you behind the scenes
if you are looming on the horizon. apparently you were not told that under your feet it is too dangerous to be with a titan,
Throwing your legs on the sofa, you switch channels and for some reason you seem to have great intentions,
The tower is packed with you, but you are too lazy to deal with them, because it will be much more important to play the rap game.