Buddies for a drink adding «But you would write something»
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I have a free hand at work, it doesn't help at all
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I lose my memories and then the chain of events deteriorates
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But I'm taking care of myself, I'm going to make a small record, I'm calling and I'm taking care of you
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I never leave my plans on the way to the transfer
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It's the same as leaving a friend in the cold
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And I don't need the fucking old courtesy
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If they want something, suddenly Kuba is a guest
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Vodka and carcass probably talk through it
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It's unbelievable that such a beetroot has the audacity
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Being a rapper in this country was supposed to be so hard
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Teachers, hey, I applaud them for these lessons
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Sometimes I see it gray and I lose respect
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To my industry, but I go boldly to support my dad
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Family on my back, I don't have a wife or children, but it flows into the bank
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So instead of bringing beers into the park like those guys
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I take them to a feast, not to blin or fast food, and we understand each other
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Why do we need so much shouting, hey, do you want to know?
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Like half the musicians is just a sigh
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Imbued to the core with what is insincere
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My biography in Empik would be a bestseller |
But I'm taking care of myself, I'm going to make a small record, I'm calling and I'm taking care of you
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I take everything in quotation marks and irony
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And all the bastards on the corner want to be like me
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Every day with Dior on the face, ironically
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Because like these scumbags, I stand on the corner
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I feel anxious, even though now I have everything
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I feel anxious because rap for us is a game for everything
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I won't stand aside, I'm a fan and I care about hip hop
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Equal opportunities, the ruler follows the ruler here
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There are many players, rap plays at the hotel
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Nobody is at home here, it's hard to hit the target
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Do you dream of entering the shoe industry, old man?
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It's fuck the advice, you're even listening to one right now
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Those who were with us always aim for S classes
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Those who have been barking suddenly kiss on the hands
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Homies with us always fill up to full
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Hey, in a bar to full and in a car to full
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I will conquer the horizon and even if I lose my legs, bro
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Determinant? |
I have always had my own, not what they want
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hands? |
They will pull it out, but not as the lying man asks
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No options for requests, and rumors are like prayers
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My city is not very urban, it is cramped
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You know it, I'm talking to my people, you know those behind me in the background |
With them, dude, what we do is a valuable thing
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I can also walk barefoot across China for them
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I'm drinking for, I'm already spilling on concrete
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For those who can't with us but I see you
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There are scandals, but you live, right?
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But do you live like that? |
But do you live like that?
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Those who were with us always aim for S classes
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Those who have been barking suddenly kiss on the hands
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Homies with us always fill up to full
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Hey, in a bar to full and in a car to full |