Текст песни UbluDog, ДИАЭМ и Trane - По Часам

Diam.
1 part.
On the street on foot, top hood - I went
In front of me micro my eyes a long time
Thoughts in the head do not raise phil and raise hands
I stand more than two here you have to understand each
Skull is opened with a word like a scalpel took off the scalp again
Even if I am sleepy anyway, I'm the rock
Rap work up to 7 sweat, as well as night on Saturdays
Rwe jackpot, ask your weather to people

2.
And we are writing here on the notes of the piano
Rising closer to the top does not give us a web
A couple of days without lines, as a conditional period for a couple
Paranormal text, warm-up and it's time to read
About thoughts in my mind
Called confession about the call
Kilogren sound, bits and bass cover deaf
Raise the volume until you stay without hearing

Trane

One minute confuses, to the bottom descends tired,
Shoes in the fog Morning Broad on the streets
As a web with gray paws dripping intravenously,
Fenommenally as far as we quickly created a second universe.
Arrows city wrapped, someone went under the ice, Tony,
Under the necropole, I spend the air yes my hands in the soot,
For the year we did not become rich until I climb my teeth
Draw an apparent on pipes, ruined shower here a lot,
Hardening for alcohol and rude music.

Houle you have a dulley here, blew up a bull, under the street marches
The bullets fly, as if in a dealer, Huem older becoming,
And the city is infused who proudly hang
Give a career ladder. Running time.
Skolotes Bit Bate Naked, if trouble
Kolts and there, rolling and here, soon will fall on the trampoline,
And in the morning it is covered in the sheets,
And now they are simply not. Tick ​​clock ..
Early pedestal.