Текст песни Гамора - Эди Ален

[Verse 1, Gamora]:
And in our city, pipes do not smoke.
Someone drunk breaks the dishes. Do you want a drink? - I won't.
There are so many of those here who just lost their minds.
Do you want to prick this bullshit? - Get out, you bastard.

There are no foundations, all morality is sold from the showcase of weakness.
Small, alas, not a sport, small, alas, wasted nasty things.
It's a shame, but I'm more ruthless than fake mimes.
There is power in words, verses in a notebook warm in winter.

I need to be honest.
Understand, my friend, we are people in black, we are not people in chairs.
No promises, no empty and stupid talk.
The city of fiery hearts, the city of wide open spaces.

[Verse 2, Gamora]:
I caught up with the horror in the track, eyelids, glance marks q.
Like an animal in a cage, in hoods the style is caustic.
Sconce, the sound is sticky, stuck in the net,
Not in this age of the subway;
Poo-poo-poo!

I didn’t start again, it’s easier to beat from a roll,
Dad, roll some cotton wool, Gleb Rada will throw a crab. Dad!
Where the pale macho was dragged by the pull.
Glad now in his speakers quietly catches hail from brine.

They put in a T-shirt indistinctly, like the style is licked,
In this, guy, just delve into it, I'm all dependent on them as a meaning.
Coma in pornography, drama while the stone smolders.
A sharp shot, thoughts in scale, like on fucking feet.

[Verse 3, Gamora]:
Rolling around the neighborhood, on an auto-party
Hip-hop classics GS-100 on the wrist.
I don’t sell tiles on stage anymore.
Homies typed his own with one cry.

I do not sell drugs, although I look like a dealer.
In their wide adiks,
I grew up a long time ago so as not to read for padiks.
Where I appear, it's always a holiday, yo.
Salute to all brothers!

Round table poker and blackjack,
These are not just rhymes - this is space jam.
A bottle of Chateau Lafite is gathering dust in the refrigerator.
I with my hoomi roughly laid on the beat (on the beat!)

Barlem and jaco boom, here Babylon sows vanity.
Showcases in plain sight, I lay on a bat in the light.
Come to us in a circle, friend, I develop a sail in the wind.
It's time to keep in mind our cru is on the path to good.

[Verse 4, Gamora]:
High-quality sound at the start, criticize as you want.
Hip-hop is the path of those who cannot be broken.
We will destroy [not the flame] we will not quit using,
It always takes Muzlo out of its native districts.

There is no point in going against, fans get ready.
This is an underground explosion, disperse in places.
There is so much strength in it, how much THC is in a lethal joint.
The fuse is full of smoke, speed up the process with us.

The escort, white negros, rap, do not disgrace.
Cool flavors from 90's streets are in favor
We will smoke songs about your dress and body.
Meet the starting GAMORA coming [Aunty].