Lyrics Ночь на Экране - Андрей Белов "Пушкин" RMX - 7Б

Поезд ушёл, самолёт улетел
Автобус уехал, по городу ходят такси (ходят такси, ходят такси)

Now where you from, where you at, what you wanna do?
The good time, the fast life, what you going through?
What′s your name, where you from? Bind 'em on the maps man
Hear it on your desk can go through you like a cat scan

Ночь на экране (ночь на экране)
Руки в кармане (руки в кармане)
Люди и тени (люди и тени)
Ключ совпадений (ключ совпадений)

It′s so accurate even more immaculate
The money green tastes better with the salad dressing
Let me break you off a lesson. You got the wrong expression
I'm swinging like Tyson, you got the wrong impression
So heavily sedated by the melody
Reanimated by the break beat, I bring hit
It's so accurate even more immaculate

Ночь на экране (ночь на экране)
Руки в кармане (руки в кармане)
Люди и тени (люди и тени)
Ключ совпадений (ключ совпадений)

Baby sleek I know the streets, know the rules, flip the game
Nightmare, triple Lane, spitting flames, switching lanes
Knock ′em out the box, knock′ em right out the picture man
Dialogue will drop so hard it might split your brain

Now where you from, where you at, what you wanna do?
The good times, the fast life, what you going through?
What's your name, where you from? Write ′em on the map man
Hear it on your test can go through you like a cat scan

Old school, old gee
New school, new me
You couldn't rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Волшебные окна зажгли свои фонари

Old school, old gee
New school, new me
You couldn′t rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Бабахало небо, узором дарило цветы

Old school, old gee
New school, new me
You couldn't rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Над городом праздник души — давали салют

Old school, old gee
New school, new me
You couldn′t rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Автобус уехал, по городу ходят такси

Old school, old gee. New school, new me
You couldn't rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Old school, old gee. New school, new me
You couldn't rap up with a fresh bag of grocery

Old school, old gee. New school, new me
You couldn′t rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Old school, old gee. New school, new me
You couldn′t rap up with a fresh bag of grocery

Ночь на экране (ночь на экране)
Руки в кармане (руки в кармане)
Люди и тени (люди и тени)
Ключ совпадений

Mic check, one-two, one-two, uh
I represent this is what I do
To any beat anywhere, I'ma give it to you
Best beware, open your ears to the truth as I push

Mom, I′m the man, I lays the plan fool
Any verse that I kick is for your mind fool
I'm a pimp so I be up in your mind frame
Don′t be a lame all trick up in this rap game

What's the use of the fame when you ain′t paid?
I go back to the to a decade when I got made
Got paid, got laid for the rhyme salle
On a regular I flow spectacular
Original, my dope is natural
Straight up the underground, yeah I'ma bring it too

Boom! I do what I want to
What the hell you gon' do?
Rhymes through the microphone poo′
Boom! I do what I want to
What the hell you gon′ do?
Rhymes through the microphone poo'. Boom!

Ночь на экране (ночь на экране)
Руки в кармане (руки в кармане)
Люди и тени (люди и тени)
Ключ совпадений (ключ совпадений)

Coming with the word from the bottomless pit
Everybody love how I′m doing my thing
The blacks, the whites, the carribeans
My raps is tight, I'm overseas

So I oversee when I step in the scene
I cut so clean, you know what I mean
I′m the same OG, I'm the ladies dream
When I rock the beat, everybody scream

Ночь на экране (ночь на экране)
Руки в кармане (руки в кармане)
Люди и тени (люди и тени)
Ключ совпадений (ключ совпадений)

Yeah, that′s right
I'm gonna walk all night
I'm the man of the party, player what′s up now?
Don′t get mad 'cause I′m shining, better wait your turn
Before you try to get the cake better get that bread
If you thinking it's a game you gon′ have to learn
I'ma tell you to your face you ain′t got no chance
I'ma take my stand, I'ma take your friends
′Cause when they know I′m in the place you ain't got no chance

One-two, three-four

One-two, lunch time, three-four, crunch time
Lyrics that I spit will make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with ′em punchline, catch 'em on the blindside
If your lady NY, make the day turn to night-time

One-two, lunch time, three-four, crunch time
Lyrics that I spit will make rain to the sunshine
Hit them with ′em punchline, catch 'em on the blindside
If your lady NY, make the day turn to night-time