Текст песни Kramar - Нам бы

I pick up my phone to call my brother
I look at the TV set, but inside someone wags backwards,
We would have those bitches on the clip, but we're not rich,
We would often release bombs, not firecrackers,
We would often be more rigid, well, instead of cotton wool,
We should speak as diplomats,
We should live in Bali or in the Emirates.
To here do not walk every day poddatym.

We would still have an apartment but it did not even shine,
But he was often seen in the use of ethyl.
Pouring into my throat, I dreamed of a summer cottage, a villa
But fate obviously did not play along in this film.

Well, then
After all, my style is like a patron,
The splinters of the fracture
I'm building like a motor.
It's like a machine
Ebashu I rhyme
And that I served longer - kalgon.
With a powerful bit
We would have a studio house
If it were not a visit or a scrap.
I'm reading a bit
I'm losing time,
But I want the same all the same:
I want money
work a slacker
He does not want to, but this is not good.
It's like breaking current
Electroshock,
I fuck on the lines, rhymes rhyme,
And many people ask for more and more,
Let's Bacardi
To me though a few drops,
And further on lines on rhymes has gone.
This is the show.

And we would like us to be nomber one,
And we would like us to have our own style
Rhyme throw, I learned to serve,
All beautifully done, only the studio must be got.
And we would like us to have such things more,
And we would like us to make it even easier for you
And we would all be early, well, not later,
And we would have time to do everything while we are even younger.

And further on,
I will be lost
And next to the bed
I'm falling now I'm
Near the door,
The cocktail was enough.
Rocking swings
Another carousel,
I look at the TV
There the bitch sang everything
And turned backwards
And we wanted them
plus they drank and sang
plus ate and sang
plus singing and singing
Call from neighbors.

But this is nonsense, and we would lave more
Once the neighbors came, we would have food, but good.
Then the neighbor dragged the hookah with him.
And we would like us to extend this night to us.
I blow into the tube and boil like boiling water,
I want to put before this night, this triplet.
Am I killing myself? I kill precisely.
But every time, behind my eyes, shit is predicted to me.

And we would like us to be nomber one,
And we would like us to have our own style
Rhyme throw, I learned to serve,
All beautifully done, only the studio must be got.
And we would like us to have such things more,
And we would like us to make it even easier for you
And we would all be early, well, not later,
And we would have time to do everything while we are even younger. 2x