Van Dogg и Милый Ветер - У меня крыша-мои братья!(ахахахахха) | Текст песни

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my roof is my brothers

Van Dogg:

Now we will read out you rap
About aspiration to go out on the top of this rap'a
And not steal children from the first class, not to get busy kidnap
As this fool off screen...
Do you understand yes? We read this rap...
At first I began battle with friends in a court,
And now I want to come forward already in clubs, on the stage.
Not as loshary every, is six last, understand yes?
They do not read rap, they sing him,
As 50 Cent, and I as Lloyd Banks,
I am king of rap, I read him
And does not take away me (…), allo!
A Vitalik now will go out and will read out you this rap-shit,
But not complete shit!

Nice Wind:

Yo! Listen me...
Yes, beaten out me, when I was 11 years ago,
Yes, I once inflicted the left harm someone,
Yes, on me looked as on fucker.. presently,
Yes, I do not read some steep left delirium.
I can invent the left delirium in 15 years,
Even to me now already 16 years.
Beaten out me, when I was 11 years ago,
Yes, I read fucking shit and left delirium.
I had a punk loose overall of Tupac Shakur
Was I humiliated to the left and to the right, when at me looked,
But what a fuck?!
I pass the word of Van Dogg'y - to my best dog, this "dogg".

Van Dogg:

Maybe I'm Van Dogg, maybe i'm dog,
Can I wicked, but a heart for me is kind,
not that at every madman
And these provincial persons, six, twine round my neck,
As viselicy-povodki, droop on it,
Interfere with me to go out on the top of rap.
And understand... I began to be knocked out as early as 9 years,
When did not know a word "rap", but understand...
Here now I want to be knocked out in clubs,
I already attained something for these 4 years.
And understand... not something!
I began simply by verses,
And now I conclude whole songs!
I will go out in clubs, will go out on the stage
And my rap-career will make off this!

Nice Wind:

Yes, Van Dogg helps me herein,
I push through some by the large forces,
knocked out Loadings in this street,
Hammered in only I large (...) street.
On me look as on jerk,
Al though I am not a like on Tupac.
you will look at me, I' a little bit asshole,
Although I get dressed steeply.
But not that Timothy -Blan (?)
Blan, he is jerk!
Looked at me and come the trousers,
Because did not see anymore asshole as you.
Look at me and look at him,
He is an okhuitel'nyy boy and I also.
But pass, what a fuck, to him word

Van Dogg:

you understand, we not Tupacs can, not 50 Cents,
But we even not mudaki and not every "lokhocenty"!!!!.
We not six.
We do not even ride on «bad old russians cars»,
We do not have cars.
Can we and get dressed in punk hoodies
But we read this rap.
And nobody can from our district
Compared to us.
Though there on Dvortsovaya,
Though there on Moscowskaya.
Understands, any skin-head
Nothing he will not say against us.
No skin against rap nothing will not say, understand?
And we all the same will go out on a top with Vitalik
And will begin to sing there on the stage, on the top of club
And schas he will finish reading this rap

Nice Wind:

Yes, I did not inflict the left delirium,
But will tell you the left delirium.
Listen voice of my Seashore district,
Even the Moscow district.
But I do not invent such a bullshit as 50 Cent or Eminem,
I far not Slim Shady or D12,
I am a not producer, even Dr.Dre...
But I have a lot off fucking........
a lot off fucking roof above a head