Баста
Листья пуэра под кипяток translation of lyrics

Also known as Горечь по чашкам, сделав глоток lyrics.

English translation of Листья пуэра под кипяток by Баста
My rap is something I can't live
Tell me what these floors know
What are bugs and real shit
And how far to the top in the city of cars
My rap is a cipher, understood by those who survived and still alive
In this world of pain and lies
How are you, Sheriff, walking around without a soul
To the temple to atone for sins to sin?
You can't go to heaven with money and a gelding
Though selling sure you
Many complex lies in a simple little truth
Cold bravado, it has no heat
We've slept too long in these rocks
Concrete and steel. Soon we'll be gone
The water from the bridge, right off the bat
Choose your gallery from the hundreds of galleys
Choose your career from hundreds of careers
Reluctantly, digging in himself, as in the musty old
The world not Disney, help for respect
Sun light divides equally the truth at all
My rap is a cocktail of inspiration and laziness
Of the samples and the love of Lena
This is what is in the hearts of the people who share with me
What? What is more expensive than money
 
PU-erh leaves under boiling water
Smoke and bitterness
The bitterness of the Cup, taking a SIP
You'll remember
How long you live and that close outcome
The number is a mystery
PU-erh leaves under boiling water
Faya
 
Habit dangerous delusions of grandeur
And for me, it's better to be crazy than impersonal.
And I spite those who I treat, not cure
Until the lights go out, I'm still a person.
Nerves seriously scale at the pitch
And do not care that my recitative is not always rhythmic
To hell with Tv, search the web for my clip
To hell with ambition, here would not become prey of
Let not in harmony with the law, but in harmony with conscience
Time itself will judge who is who and who is you
I don't want to be neither bull nor bacon
I'm not a horse, although a good life savvy
On the perimeter of the thorn under current
We are here yet, but if anything, going anywhere without a key in the mines
There's a bunch chitak TRU (TRU chitak)
I'm not like them and I steeper so (steeper so)
I don't need a ladder to go up
And I don't need Mike, Mike, Mike to read my rap.
So on a mustache Motel
Look inside, bro, whatever you do, the art is there
Respect our party and those who with us on Kursk
Charges feelings these strange Blues (dangerous people)
And as long as people believe in rap in Russian (in rap in Russian)
May the Muse accompany us. Good luck!
 
PU-erh leaves under boiling water
Smoke and bitterness
The bitterness of the Cup, taking a SIP
You'll remember
How long you live and that close outcome
The number is a mystery
PU-erh leaves under boiling water
Faya
 
PU-erh leaves under boiling water
Smoke and bitterness
The bitterness of the Cup, taking a SIP
You'll remember
How long you live and that close outcome
The number is a mystery
PU-erh leaves under boiling water
Faya

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