Hip Hap. Hip Hap.
Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
(You hear) Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
(You hear) Hip-Hap.
[Verse 1]:
Under the sound of a beat brother pumped a hit.
In this room it smelled in the fall, treats aybolitis.
Racamafin life in the sky, brothers forever.
This bloody we are on a tank from a kid from Tiragrad.
It's me head, bare head
The smoke gave, there were few of us, but now the crowd.
Time is spinning, I watch the smoldering coal.
There is fire in my eyes, micro in my hands.
I do not embody all ideas, brains in the attack.
If you think of grandmothers, then you go fuck.
Children's styles on a bit intertwined paths.
A year ago, I lived differently, but whatever you say
This is my poison, mom, this is my hip hop.
OU74, read between the lines.
Our streets have order within limits.
I'm leaving with the dawn, Salaam lawlessness.
[Verse 2]:
The inner soul was a system of dense words in the tower.
You instantly your own, if not fake, - it makes you sick.
I don’t own telekinesis; game, not time.
Cut, not grow. Run up to the doctor.
Fingers poking kids. Do not you hide firecrackers in letters.
Your hearing is a miracle, bits on the stash, - fat, I will fucking.
Drive the lope in the asshole. Start the engine.
You are not just hollow, you would not betray this yard.
Come on ahead and glorify our cool style.
People do not like us, because I'm not a commoner.
We are from another test, but the sea of fest
And flattery depletes an already bony positive.
The wind blows us, clouds, drums home.
We were given bass in the ears, and it beckons me to decide.
Questions about backfill, what’s better in the ball.
And watch you gonna do if you live better.
[Chorus]:
Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
My mom is waiting for me music.
Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
My mom is waiting for me music.
Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
My mom is waiting for me music.
Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
My mom is waiting for me music.
[Verse 3]:
Handshakes, hugs, look like I was born to read.
I live by your prayers, my dear brothers.
Thank you hip hop for eating today,
And met well smoked our soul mates.
Equipment that the prosecutor’s office will not ask for.
A rich culture was born on the poor streets.
The guys do not want to listen to the speculation of a cop uncle.
They want to hear OU74, Endgame and MiyaGi.
Just do not change the bit, not for me now a booze in honor of the loss.
With a pour of gin, sweat, and the traitor to the abysses disappear.
In this rap rap soul melt.
MC protopop prototype, inspiration instead of flood.
The ghetto is not panna cotta.
After a magical rap, everything goes on notes.
Then it’s like a movie here.
Hearts beat in flames.
Boys burn with a proudly raised banner.
Do you feel warm? It burns fiery.
Vinyl needle scratches vats root.
I am leaving my block back with yards.
We are here, labor and patience will grind everything.
Thoughts in this paper world are randomly circling.
The scales of conscience will weigh everyone over time.
Strictly, the country is illegal.
The greedy bows twice, rightly to him.
When making money, spend it wisely
And not on bars and coconut powder.
When making money, spend it wisely
Remember - it’s time not to rewind.
Yes, a strict country, but anything is possible.
Pointing dogs scorching. In, have you seen?
We didn’t even sting, although it’s not difficult for us.
But along these roads rally frets already shook.
[Chorus,]:
Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
My mom is waiting for me music.
Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
My mom is waiting for me music.
Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
My mom is waiting for me music.
Hip-Hap Dad comes from Kruzak.
My mom is waiting for me music.