Riekstu Armija – Bet es

Riekstu Armija – Bet es Lyrics

Artist: Riekstu Armija
Song: Bet es

Bet es eju gulēt divos, ceļos deviņos cieti
Tā kā, ejakulēt gribot, eju mazgāt seju
Rokas vannā, nemāku ēst taisīt, atliek tikai
Pelmeņi, maize vai arī sildīt to, kas pannā

Bet es – fiksi nogāju tepat lejā uz veici
Paņēmu trīs “Trīs Vienā” vienā, tējā ir fake
Pēc junk-food’a rindā biju aiz tantuka, es hujel
Vecā bombī vaicājumus vairāk vēl nekā SQL

Bet es uz strīpas, Latvija – labrīt!
Kafija, rīts, un tad man piezvanīja džeks
Kurš man prasīja bītus
Un tad man piezvanīja džeks

Kurš gribēja sūkāt man pimpi
Kārtējais feiks gribēja mosties vienā gultā ar kingu
Bet es domāju, ko darīt – ok, kompis
Zīlīte aiz loga prasa ēst – vot, bomzis!

Garlaicība un te retais to bauda toč’
Yo, Arčij, ejam rakstīt ko jaunu moš’?
〈Tilts: Edavārdi, Arčijs, ansis
Yo, Arčij! Ejam rakstīt moš’ ko jaunu?

Yo, Edavārdi! Ejam rakstīt kaut ko jaunu?
Yo, ansi! Ejam rakstīt moš’ ko jaunu?
Ei, jā, Edavārdi, ejam rakstīt moš’ kaut ko jaunu
Stafs bez repa naudas un tā crap’a, kur saka: “Blaw!”

Dūmi un uguns uz bīta, reps no Krakatau
Mēs špikojot no štatiem, galvā paralēles prāto
Bet visi izaicinātāji vienmēr par challenger’iem pārtop
Ja jums kāda sīkā nospīd, jūties tīrais moceklis

Jo Tavs crew ir polinoms, Tu paliec brīvais loceklis
Kā patīk, darinām repčiku bez panikas par prestižu
Tu neesi Baskervils, bet Badijs, un Tavs Badijs ir Lesija
Katrā open-mic’ā Tu sev savākt vari pieredzi

Nevis visus nist un sēdēt vienmēr mājā kā gliemezis
Lupīt scēnas monitorā, labāk sēdi koridorā
Riekstu Armijā nav vietas tak priekš sēnes poligonā
Kur ”Rimi” nav dzīve un stundas redzi kā krāterus

Un kur nicina rindas un dumjus neritma pātarus
Kur spridzina ar tinti un bumbas perina fāteri
Un kur smidzina indi un jumtus dedzina krāteri
Pirmais uz steidža nesu neverbālas granātas un puškas

Detonēju pie mikrofona un vispār sanāk man šmuce
Es esmu jauns, man nav laika tiem puikām, koncertēju spēku
{Bft!)
Uzgriešu basu un koncertēju lēti

Es tēloju, ka pagrīde ir izvēle
Sinhroni svītrojumi uz mana papīra ir sistēma
Ir karsta, jā, bet visvairāk protu es ieriebt
Tur, kur reperi uz steidža sejas sakrāso kā sievietes

Smagas relīzes, ko grūti iznest no noliktavas
Metāla plaukti manām un miskaste, kur nolikt Tavas
Mikrofoni augšā, kad citi liek tos nost
Tāpēc, ka manā modē ir lietas, kas iziet no modes

Un man ir divas lietas svarīgas, man palika viena
Jo es jau iztērēju naudu, bet man palika cieņa, Tu saprati?
Un reperiem pat prasās mūsu laikā
Repot patiesību tāpēc, ka tā maksā drusku vairāk

Okei!
Šeit pamatā ir doma radīt sajūtu labu sev
Kā kad kabatā ir roka
Paskaties, vecais, ko tie fanāti te rasē

Viss teksts ir traks, nav tikai pirmās rindas labākās kā klasē
Mēs bieži nedziedam kopā
Tā tas paliktu, ja tusos alu savās glāzēs nelietu kopā
Un to modi mēs te neliekam godā

Šis ir kā rituāls un es kā masons jūtos
Fonā cilpas netīras, bet tie nav laso sūdos
Nesteidzos, kaut gan ir tie pediņi man astē
Nafig narkotikas, man interesē tie celiņi uz platēm

Tu nesaproti – Tev nav ponts šo analizēt!
Neklausies! Vai iepis mūsu songu savā listē!
Man ir bīstami mest bombas, tādā vīzē varu nomirt
Jo Dievs var sagribēt sev konci paradīzē
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Bet es Lyrics – English Translation

But I go to bed in two, knees nine starch
Since I want to wash your face when I want
Hands in the bath, I can’t eat, just left
Dumplings, bread or heat the one in the pan

But I – Fixes went right down to the success
I took three “three in one” in one, the tea is fake
After Junk-Food was in line I was behind tantuka, I hujel
Old bombies queries more than SQL

But I’m on the strip, Latvia is good!
Coffee, morning, and then I was called by Jack
Who asked me for bits
And then I was called by Jack

Who wanted to suck me pimpi
Another fake wanted to wake up in one bed with King
But I mean what to do – ok, compis
The pupil behind the window requires eating – vot, bomber!

Boredom and here the rare enjoy it toč ‘
Yo, Archi, let’s go to write something new ‘?
〈Bridge: Edavardi, Archie, Ansis
Yo, Archij! Let’s go to write mos’ something new?

Yo, Edavardi! Let’s go to write something new?
Yo, Ansi! Let’s go to write mos’ something new?
Huh yeah, Edavardi, let’s go to write mos’ something new
Staf without rap money and its crap, where they say, “Blaw!”

Smoke and fire on a bait, reps of krakatau
We spit from states in the head parallels
But all challengers always turn into challenger
If you fall into a tiny one, feel the pure martyr

Because your crew is polynomial, you stay free member
As I like, we make repchik without panic about prestige
You are not a baskerville but a badger and your badger is Lesia
In each Open-Micha you can collect you can experience

Not all nist and sit always in the house like a snail
Lupt the scenes in the monitor, better sit down in the corridor
Nuts Army has no place in the TAK for a mushroom at a landfill
Where ” Rimi ” is not life and you see hours like craters

And where to despise queues and dumb neritma whips
Where blasted with ink and bomb hatching fater
And where sprinkles the poison and the roofs are burned by the craters
The first on Steidge brings non -verbal grenades and Pushkas

Detonate at the microphone and I get a shmuca at all
I’m new, I don’t have time for those guys, I concert power
{Bft!)
I got a bass and concert cheap

I portray that underground is a choice
Synchronous deletions on my paper is a system
Is hot, yes but most of all I can tie
Where the rappers on Steidge’s face are stumbling like women

Heavy releases difficult to take off from the warehouse
Metal shelves for my and trash where to put on your
Microphones up when others make them off
Because there are things in my fashion that get out of fashion

And i have two things important, I stayed alone
Because I already spent money, but I was respectful, you understand?
And rappers even ask in our time
Repot the truth because it pays a little more

Oh!
Here is basically the idea of creating a feeling of good for yourself
As when the pocket has a hand
Look, old, what those fans here in the race

All the text is crazy, not just the first row of the best as in the classroom
We do not sing together often
So would it stay if the beer is not used in their glasses
And that fashion we don’t honor here

This one is like a ritual and I feel like Mason
In the background loops dirty but they are not reading sh#t
I’m not in a hurry although there are those fags in my tail
Nafig drugs, I’m interested in those paths on the plates

You don’t understand – you don’t have a pontic analysis of this!
Don’t listen! Do our Songs in your list!
I am dangerous to throw bombs, I can die in such a vision
For God can want to self in paradise
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Riekstu Armija Lyrics – Bet es

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Release Year: 2011