Ambiente
Sweet Summer Days translation of lyrics
Also known as А ты ещё постарайся ... рифму Баста Раймса lyrics.
English translation of Sweet Summer Days by Ambiente
Remember began hip-hop, the first time Kosoy
I never loved myself, but I loved being myself
Remember the first explosion, all to you, help
For respect, like, and actually cash
In club bread, the first there, with hands in ceiling eat
Then I and my sidekick GOP-stop, you bro don't worry
It's Em, then Ow, then s, then You.
Water penalty for choosing the wrong side
Monno cheese, make the bits, you can open to buy
It could have been an ad, ay-ay-ay,
But the grandmother of talent is not taken, so bye bye
TSE, puppy, daddy don't scare Papa Alabai
Go on repeat, parrot, bitches
You bitch all of their rent, and perfectly
I uploaded to the exchange carapan on ebay
This Stuff check out the shotgun Kurt Cobain
Turned off the console and introduced
What would be a cunt to them, we will cover freestyle
Turned off the console and introduced
What would be a cunt to them, we will cover freestyle
And you still try to steal rhymes Busta rhymes,
And you still try to steal rhymes Busta rhymes
I, I'm coming there for win
I expect his last fit, his last fit
It could have been different, it could have been different,
But the little boy started the wheelbarrow music
A little earlier than the boys from the yard
Smelled the grass, up and down head
Ordinary business fell into folder ...
I split myself in half with this movement
It is now Jomi smoke swirling head
Then we distinguished the bad shit and smooth product
Underground chef still shakes sickly,
But you kasipur, since when feet are filak
Camera motor and this is just a snippet
I knocked on your door and you opened it for me
I'm not here and th there rubbing cocks
Let poems in a circle that you can buy
In the order of things, you know, music is a drug,
But their listener-lover of cheap flour
And you still try to steal rhymes Busta rhymes,
And you still try to steal rhymes Busta rhymes
I, I'm coming there for win
I expect his last fit, his last fit
Continuously, immediately
The ringing of the record was fatal
So perfect for me
In the yard lit the Napalm
Was ... Paradise and palm trees
In his pocket was dropping eye drops I
People shavaet each eagerly
Paper soul, the soul is unimportant
And there are no simple coincidences
All sales, learned to stir up attacks
Schedule a minimum of time
If the rear, then ... with all the shit
Understand what I when I realized what I
It's wet break like biscuits
For me, fit for the dough is a perversion
Excuse me, waiting for my last beat
And you still try to steal rhymes Busta rhymes,
And you still try to steal rhymes Busta rhymes
I, I'm coming there for win
I expect his last fit, his last fit
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