Brooklyn - Miyagi & Andy Panda, TumaniYO

...my Detroit players

Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn...

Как будто бы Бруклин

Псы идут на запах, когда папа в будке

Мутки, bloody Babylon — тебе не шутки

Индивиды клауда пресные, как бабки

На плече тяжелый Biggie, а на шее monkey

Сбоку мои скифы, под ногами те же Nike

Вроде бы не билборд, я из той же шайки

Залетаю в Комптон, забираю брата

Не грози южным кварталам, там мои ребята

Сам себе бог, луп наоборот

Клубы не про нас, мы другие, нас это не прёт

Собираемся на хате, чилим от других подальше

Если хочешь ближе, тебя схавают черные пасти

Флоу

Быстрый как ебучий болт

Йоу, сколько не ищи, мы самый редкий сорт

На пути встают пресловутые на криме

Hajime на связи, если вы просили

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

Тут видно кроссы на проводах

И людей чернее черного

Проблемой не на словах

Как разбитый коктейль Молотова

В этих делах крошатся головы, греются колбы

Я вышел из комнаты, чтобы тебе напомнить

Кто тут у майка, улица wake up

Черная магия моя сломала фейдер

Все самопально, звук из подвала

Этим закалялась и теперь рубит наша катана

Panda поддал саунда — классика жанра

В городе ветров, с низов — это мой Чикаго

Hey, yo, flow

YO вырастил микрорайон, и теперь он целится за горизонт и за кордон

Далеко за пределами всяких дешевых контор

Мой саппорт и опора — плечи своих пацанов

Береги корпус от басса

Он рвет монитор, как картон

В свои степи с гор

Будто с Бруклина в Комптон

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

...my Detroit players

Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn...

Like Brooklyn

Dogs follow the smell when dad is in the booth

Mutki, bloody Babylon - you are not a joke

Cloud individuals are bland as grandmas

On the shoulder is a heavy Biggie, and on the neck is a monkey

On the side are my skiffs, under the feet are the same Nike

It seems to be not a billboard, I'm from the same gang

Fly to Compton, pick up my brother

Do not threaten the southern quarters, my guys are there

God himself, loop on the contrary

Clubs are not about us, we are different, we are not rushing

We are going to the hut, chilling away from others

If you want closer, black mouths grab you

flow

Fast as a fucking bolt

Yo, no matter how much you look, we are the rarest variety

On the way stand notorious on the cream

Hajime is in touch if you asked.

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

Here you can see the crosses on the wires

And people blacker than black

The problem is not in words

Like a broken Molotov cocktail

In these cases, heads crumble, flasks are heated

I left the room to remind you

Who's here with Mike, street wake up

My black magic broke the fader

All self-made, sound from the basement

This tempered and now cuts our katana

Panda succumbed to the sound - a classic of the genre

In the city of winds, from the bottom - this is my Chicago

Hey, yo, flow

YO has grown a microdistrict, and now he aims for the horizon and for the cordon

Far beyond any cheap offices

My support and support are the shoulders of my boys

Keep your body away from the bass

He tears the monitor like cardboard

To their steppes from the mountains

Like from Brooklyn to Compton

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared

No-no-no fear, no lie

Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize

If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared