Road Clay – Катаю на харде

Road Clay – Катаю на харде Lyrics

Artist: Road Clay
Song: Катаю на харде

Во-о-оу
Катаю на харде, держу себя в форме
Стек – Скала Джонс, он реально здоровый
Не понять ему как и его лицо stone

Думал ты альфа, пока не стал кормом (Е, е)
Я не ищу повод
С*ка со мной, потому ты в игноре
На мне эта зелень как будто я поле

Держу их на привязи, речь не о бизнесе
Делю по полам, против нас ты не вывезешь
Так много мыслей, я выкурил лишнее
Ответил им тем же – теперь все обижены

Слизанный дрип, бро, это type sh#t
Треки кричат повсюду будто банши
Прижал к стене и я вызвал мурашки
Брюлики светят на них феаниты

Еще не квиты, парень, мы еще не квиты
Свежий на фулл, будто только запитый
Мои глаза стали цвета акрила
Бро, мы растём, уже с Шакил О’Нила

Ты держишься за нас будто мы перила
Эй, эй, я как машина (Эй)
Диски во мне и следы от дыма (Gaz, pills)
На мне валына

Для них это сказки, для меня рутина
Хотят моё место – они не смогли бы
Твой стилёк старый, я бы уступил ему место в автобусе (Е)
Они никогда не верили в мои возможности

На мне суперспособности
Я на полной мощности
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Катаю на харде Lyrics – English Translation

Oo-oh
I ride on hard, I keep myself in shape
Stack – rock Jones, he is really healthy
Not understand him like his face Stone

You thought you alpha until I became food (e, e)
I’m not looking for a reason
C*ka with me, because you are in ignore
On me, this greens seem to be a field

I keep them on a leash, it’s not about business
I divide the floors, you will not take it against us
So many thoughts, I smoked excess
Answered them the same – now everyone is offended

Licked drip, bro, this is Type sh#t
Tracks shout everywhere like banshee
Pressed against the wall and I called goosebumps
Bruliks shine on them Feanites

Not yet Kwita, man, we are not yet
Fresh on full, as if only washed down
My eyes became acrylic colors
Bro, we are growing, already with a jackal O’Nele

You hold on to us as if we were a railing
Hey, hey, I’m like a car (hey)
Disks in me and traces of smoke (GAZ, pills)
I have a shaly

For them these are fairy tales, for me a routine
They want my place – they could not
Your style is old, I would give him a place on the bus (e)
They never believed in my capabilities

I have superpowers
I’m at full power
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Road Clay Lyrics – Катаю на харде

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Release Year: 2021