7Б - Ночь на экране (Андрей Белов "Пушкин" Remix) текст песни

Текст песни Ночь на экране (Андрей Белов "Пушкин" Remix) -



Поезд ушел, самолет улетел
Автобус уехал, по городу ходят такси (по городу 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 (ночь) на экране (на экране)
Руки (руки) в кармане кармане)
Люди (люди) и тени тени)
Ключ (ключ) совпадений (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
'Cause 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 (ночь) на экране (на экране)
Руки (руки) в кармане кармане)
Люди (люди) и тени тени)
Ключ (ключ) совпадений (совпадений)
Daddy slick 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, know me
You couldn′t rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Волшебные окна зажгли свои фонари
Old school, old gee
New school, know me
You couldn't rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Бабахало небо, узором дарило цветы
Old school, old gee
New school, know me
You couldn′t rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Над городом праздник души, давали салют
Old school, old gee
New school, know me
You couldn't rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Автобус уехал, по городу ходят такси
Old school, old gee
New school, know me
You couldn't rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Old school, old gee
New school, know me
You couldn′t rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Old school, old gee
New school, know me
You couldn′t rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Old school, old gee
New school, know me
You couldn't rap up with a fresh bag of grocery
Ночь (ночь) на экране (на экране)
Руки (руки) в кармане кармане)
Люди (люди) и тени тени)
Ключ (ключ) совпадений (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
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 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 gonna do?
Rhymes through the microphone poo
Boom! I do what I want to
What the hell you gonna do?
Rhymes through the microphone poo (poo)
Ночь (ночь) на экране (на экране)
Руки (руки) в кармане кармане)
Люди (люди) и тени тени)
Ключ (ключ) совпадений (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 (ночь) на экране (на экране)
Руки (руки) в кармане кармане)
Люди (люди) и тени тени)
Ключ (ключ) совпадений (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 gonna 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



Авторы: демьян и.к.


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01-07-2013




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