Текст песни QUSH, RIO PERI, CVPELLV, ПАНЧ - FONK
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С понедельника по вторник В среду, пятницу, субботу Каждый день недели, месяца летели Я без отдыха работал Новый день и те же мечты Снова крепко держу меч, а ты? Вижу цель и я все ближе к ней Я ближе к берегу, не нужен перекур Hall of fame Don’t even know what i’m ordering Pray for the life and i honour it Don’t think i owe no apology Cos i’ve been down, i was feeling alone Feeling superb like you gave me wings 100 percent on my energy Yeah Yeah Yeah Here to say it gon’ be better Coming through in any weather Man i could this for ever Ready or not, keep it clever You know i’ll be up on your radar Different phases - faced it Feeling like nothing can faze me Putting that work on a daily Just to say, “mama, i made it!” Покидали дом и грели мы вагоны на погоне к этой dream life Стало быть оттуда встали на попутный ветер и покуда летаем Homie, we doin' that business All over the world, not afraid of the distance Grantin’ wishes, we not waitin' for christmas We be lying on the beach, y’all don’t miss us Брат мой, перезаряжай миниган свой Бигги ведь нам поручал закидать все тела в морг Переполошить, джиг, танцпол Тянем затвор, бас - ствол, газ в пол - это warzone Снова ринг полон - это hardcore Bar’ы на взлет, fast flow, y'all know - это стайл мой Были детьми - били плетьми А теперь и гранаты мало будет, чтоб победить Hustle! Huh? Hustle! Oh Hustle! Huh? Hustle, homie! Hustle! Huh? Hustle! Oh Hustle! Huh? Hustle! Hustle! Huh? Hustle! Oh Hustle! Huh? Hustle, homie! Hustle! Huh? Hustle! Oh Hustle! Huh? Hustle! |
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Monday to Tuesday
On Wednesday, Friday, Saturday
Every day of the week, months flew
I worked without rest
New day and the same dreams
I keep my sword tightly again, and you?
I see the goal and I get closer to her
I am closer to the shore, I don't need a smoke
Hall of Fame
Don’t EVEN KNOW What I’m Ordering
Pray for the Life and I Honour Its
Don’T Think i Owe No ApoLgy
Cos I’ve Been Down, I Was Feeling Alone
Feeling Superb Like You Gave Me Wings
100 Percent on My Energy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Here to Say it gon ’be better
Coming Through in Any Weather
Man I COULD THIS For Ever
Ready or not, Keep it Clever
You Know I’ll be up on your radar
Different Phasses - Faced it
Feeling Like Nothing Can Faze Me
Putting that work on a day
Just to Say, “Mama, I Made it!”
We left the house and we warmed up the wagons on the pursuit of this Dream Life
So from there we stood on a fair wind and as long as we fly
Homie, we doin 'that business
All Over The World, Not Afraid of the Distance
Grantin ’Wishes, We Not Waitin 'For Christmas
We be lying on the beach, y’ll don’t miss us
My brother, reload minigan
After all, we instructed Biggi to throw all the bodies into the morgue
Hard, jig, dance floor
Pull the shutter, bass - barrel, gas to the floor - this is Warzone
The ring is full again - this is Hardcore
Bar’i for take -off, Fast Flow, Y'all Know - this is my Style
Were children - beat with whips
And now there will be little grenades to win
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
OH
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle, homie!
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
OH
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
OH
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle, homie!
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
OH
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
