Текст песни 1 Клас и Царь - Не лёгкая штука

A That's my poetry class lead fuck woes
Many times I have heard: & quot; I want to become all we read how you & quot;
I still do not know what I am for man and what I can,
When I started reading the Russian rap was lying in a coffin,
All what I can today, I learned only himself,
And do not ask ficher bitch, you do not need me, leave me alone,
As before all the people shouted at the hands of a century, and all the dirt, I was listening to the Red Plessis wanted to read as a revolt Dogs, I never thought that someday samples, yesterday I still nobody knew Solamia Union, today known all my I helm I write letters chicks, scream - & quot; I love Sanya & quot ;. I shit on MTV or on the Underground, those who are in Underground how to read a rap do not know. I am in this world, I see only two stars in the sky. You must understand that we need a long stih- want to stay in business. All your benchmarks like flies long zhivut- they come and go again in the long journey of dreams. I have in this life is not much I hochyu- modest peppers, but if you want the bit-rap you break my jaw. You just believe in yourself, brother, and do not wait for help, here everyone fights for himself here one syllable enemies. I'm not a very smart guy but I know- who I am, that I am here and I would like to read all the steeper.
Here there is no sun, there is no joy in this world,
Raw gray days escorted us to death.
 Understand kid that our life is not an easy thing,
fuck it until you live as if she a whore.
Here, there is no happiness, there is no rainbow in this world,
Somewhere someone had died, somewhere children were born again.
Understand kid that our life is not an easy thing,
fuck it until you live as if she a whore.
_________________ KING _______________________
A glass of vodka 100g rolled up a bit, I know I need to do Che when he plays a bit I take dick in hand to another scourge mikrafon out with the king comes, we are waiting for you, you do not have no-see vazhdёm burns your house, see our music explodes and burns the fire is tells you about my rap became big and strong while he smoked hashish childhood and alcohol drinking, skipped school and want to read and do rap tracks, I would like to be the best rapper in the white light in the head wind in tabili ill but every night
grandmother of the party and we devyaёnke Sobieraj and Ponte smoked ******* my idols I did not want the construction site and did not want the factory I would play along with nature, and where glare thanks to your help but fuck do not need you to know our 2 ms couple of years later right now, we know people are protected in a bed right now, do not grow bananas in the tundra is a member of us for all of our tracks is it an honor turnip is a real rap like we have in the world a little here a lot of fake frames pontsialo.
Here there is no sun, there is no joy in this world,
Raw gray days escorted us to death.
 Understand kid that our life is not an easy thing,
fuck it until you live as if she a whore.
Here, there is no happiness, there is no rainbow in this world,
Somewhere someone had died, somewhere children were born again.
Understand kid that our life is not an easy thing,
fuck it until you live as if she a whore.