Lyrics of 11 - O.S.T.R.

11 - O.S.T.R.
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 11, artist - O.S.T.R.. Album song Tylko dla Dorosłych, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Asfalt
Song language: Polish

11

(original)
Look at my hands, none of them are lying
If you give me a diamond, I know that if I vandalize I will destroy the stone
I want jewels too, though I don’t see them on me
That would make life easier for my family every day
I’m going to bring this project to shit Las Vegas
Where the intellect recedes like these blocks or the clock
Everywhere where we are not, it is said to be pouring with profit
It is enough for m to visit my Bethlehem in prayr
Look at these people, they screw up like locusts
Until they have to soak their teeth in a glass in their old age
You don’t have enough of your own nomenclature
Then eat the vocals what I put uncensored on the samples
You have to have what nobody has, think once
Fuck the stress, heaven doesn’t know the numbers of the trick cards
Wash your face because you are overgrown with dirt
And with your sense of humor, you could be called a bum
You are a greedy dick with a work ideologist
What a fucking thing he would like without leaving the hut
One word apart, it’s easy to sell chic today
You have the eleventh album if there’s nothing left
Sorry, I wasn’t fed by the McDonald’s era
I have more content in life than TauTon’s gold
Go show you what you have outside of civilization
It’s the fire in us when half is a lie
The forecast for a hardcore target behind the barrel under a magnifying glass
What dignity takes is not UFO or short
You’d better sit down, loosen the cuff
Don’t ask me about life, you fucking know it
I built a house that would be a straight compartment
Were it not for that something is done at the expense of something
Honestly as I could, because I will always be myself
I collect money for my son, I don’t have to stink of cash
30 years in the project with crowbars, people are pulsating
It is enough that each of us here was stabbed
This district’s fire is void right now
Everyone knows their way and the truth dies
You seriously have suicidal thoughts
Others see gains in genocide at the time
Nobody tells you to be in it, no matter how it sounds
My drug, my sleep, my oxygen for the eleventh time
(translation)
Look at my hands, none of them are lying
If you give me a diamond, I know that if I vandalize I will destroy the stone
I want jewels too, though I don’t see them on me
That would make life easier for my family every day
I’m going to bring this project to shit Las Vegas
Where the intellect recedes like these blocks or the clock
Everywhere where we are not, it is said to be pouring with profit
It is enough for m to visit my Bethlehem in prayr
Look at these people, they screw up like locusts
Until they have to soak their teeth in a glass in their old age
You don’t have enough of your own nomenclature
Then eat the vocals what I put uncensored on the samples
You have to have what nobody has, think once
Fuck the stress, heaven doesn’t know the numbers of the trick cards
Wash your face because you are overgrown with dirt
And with your sense of humor, you could be called a bum
You are a greedy dick with a work ideologist
What a fucking thing he would like without leaving the hut
One word apart, it’s easy to sell chic today
You have the eleventh album if there is nothing left
Sorry, I wasn’t fed by the McDonald’s era
I have more content in life than TauTon's gold
Go show you what you have outside of civilization
It’s the fire in us when half is a lie
The forecast for a hardcore target behind the barrel under a magnifying glass
What dignity takes is not UFO or short
You’d better sit down, loosen the cuff
Don’t ask me about life, you fucking know it
I built a house that would be a straight compartment
Were it not for that something is done at the expense of something
Honestly as I could, because I will always be myself
I collect money for my son, I don’t have to stink of cash
30 years in the project with crowbars, people are pulsating
It is enough that each of us here was stabbed
This district's fire is void right now
Everyone knows their way and the truth dies
You seriously have suicidal thoughts
Others see gains in genocide at the time
Nobody tells you to be in it, no matter how it sounds
My drug, my sleep, my oxygen for the eleventh time
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