Бада бум [Bada bum] [English translation]

I'm kippah brine

Welcome to home

Let's paw, let's disperse it

snoring and concretes in unison

The gangway in the area is sleeping

but smokes and does not speak

Don't wake the wild one

After all, every bandit in the district

Sits and remembers this motive

You have to pay for jambs

The killed is unlikely to be killed

Non-nominated polymath

Digs formulas or sleeps

I'm going to mix coffee again

The city and I are one love

In the evening we will pokuralesim

Asata is gaining weight

In the meantime:

flights, clips, tracks, clothes

For your people

for their people

I do not follow the canons of fashion

Do not love me

You don't do much weather

Criticism or laurels

I'm stupid about the drum

Badabum, Badubum

Badabig, Badabum

It's a parasite's crazy love

courtyard music

Badabum, Badabum

Badabig, Badabum

This is freedom for my soul

and close boys

Badabum, Badubum

Badabig, Badabum

It's a parasite's crazy love

courtyard music

Badabum, Badabum

Badabig, Badabum

This is freedom for my soul

and close boys

I'm Harry Houdini, a prisoner of routine

Which is paired with time without stopping flies

still aground our all ships

we are waiting for an everlasting repeat

Beware the crew, don't cough

Disruption of the tower dwells here High floor

It's creepy here, kapets; and the story is over

But still the bike is spinning

Our AMG is zero

Where is zero?

Where are the singles?

Where do the bullets howl?

Who is the turn-by-turn?

Who is a warrior?

Asata-Will not leave without a fight

The crowd is not on principles, not princes

But by any means not pawns in legends

Sheath your swords

there is a battle on the needles Foil and so on

you give it up

Body loads

you will need twice as much

Poems are not the topic of incognito tera

Here are the saddest nights

On the streets without problems

every yard and district

Recognizes our handwriting

We are here to thaw for sure

Biboig in my soul is a shell

There is nothing to do here bro

Hip Hop is my everything

I write like a donkey relentlessly

Those who have been in the routine for a long time

My beat doesn't rock them

They call me strange, okay

I'm stuck with muses, in a dilemma

Tracks: Biggie, Tupaca, Eminem

The broadcast point is the same

city ​​of comfort and blue sky

It's time for me to distribute the stages

I've been in business for seven years

And as if there is still no album

and it gnaws

Away statutes, dilemmas, and wars

As for TV, a rather chubby one pushes d * beats.

For what?

For what?

For fun

I'm a rapper, but no longer a doctor

Let this choice come out sideways to me

But then, I believe, Lok's mania

it will lead me to not near not near

the star I was looking for in the sky

Lying all this time under the windows

I dreamed about

what I have for a long time

Badabum, Badubum

Badabig, Badabum

It's crazy love, parasite

courtyard music

Badabum, Badabum

Badabig, Badabum

This is freedom for my soul

and close boys

Badabum, Badubum

Badabig, Badabum

It's a parasite's crazy love

courtyard music

Badabum, Badabum

Badabig, Badabum

This is freedom for my soul

and close boys