MiyaGi & Эндшпиль–Hajime (Intro) - text

First Verse:
Beyond sneaker running and grandmother.
At stake aggravated the Zadar me waffles.
Come on then seal and Hooley Now draw the sound of coins.
Your strap fell, then the honor and conscience.
Countless proverbs.
And to put an end to the story is quite simple.
And the blood that combustible mixture.
Before colic bring neurotic.
Frowning.
Severe zhituha, we piled up in bulk.
You downpour we have touched a nerve, kid.
Regions said, you bring down, but dolechite same.
Silence. Cursing is not godfather.
Questions on the character, like an actor.
City-blockbuster, then fuck on the suit.
Passion-cheeky, broken Haslam.

Check-check, this is my Bronx!
And then the thousand talents.
Music, The Beatles, areas is my band.
They are shaking their heads, their valyl brovada.
My brother also praised brovada.

Proudly persecuted. For the city and the home.
Gore - the storm of words! Andy, Miyagi hardcore!
Rapatakta! We distribute no question!
In fact the market! Hajime!

Chorus:
Hajme! There is a demand!
In the wake of under'a charged directly to the forehead!
In the wake of the coup under'a ebanёm.
we smoked in the wake of the ceiling under'a;
Hajme!

If you are in the rap - neither fish nor fowl.
Do not rock the boat! Hawa, the puppy!

Second Verse:
I mёrz in May, my music is warmed.
These guys rastryasut any body.
The cry of the current given, binoculars, look into the distance.
Vira-lane, cold February!
So you could there? The pen side.
Classic battle, and rap - my.
And for the sake of the pack turning up my plans.
But I brought Battle helped clans!
Shakes primates, music in house.
Thundering guitars, exploding grenades.
My - in fact all around the war.
But do not kill them, Mom atamanzhda!
Is Van Damme? Shit! In areas of the gang.
It takes so that you place little.
We instead Nala would be manna.
Rastaman soul as the wolf clan.
It is no longer necessary. You like Madame.
A sensible thing, but dirt and trash.
Let Dumbledore would have given us the motor.
I did magic - hip-hop terror!
Not War, bro, forest my home!
I hide these thoughts - Hawa hardcore!
On the shelves evil. You magistrates kings.
Sculpts the Staf until smoke plants!

Chorus x2
Hajme! There is a demand!
In the wake of under'a charged directly to the forehead!
In the wake of the coup under'a ebanёm.
we smoked in the wake of the ceiling under'a;
Hajme!
If you rap - neither fish nor fowl.
Do not rock the boat! Hawa, the puppy!

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