Текст песни Капа и Картель - Дисс на Домино

Come face into the floor masters of hardcore
It Capa, who Samara streets of the old - Zagora
Under my rap confident moving geldings
Guys, ah, over the years tested
In my opinion - they are idle melancholy
Cartel charge buckshot in the number of death
Stop to let the poison into the waters of the Volga
Paper throw on the shelf and on the eyelids, Peace
Females desire flogging - Bazaar short
The anesthetic glass of vodka
And whistling whips, biting
On the second day, these guys
Will squeeze the blood out of his teeth rags
Off chatter, my rap - is penalty Lynch
Knock the shit out of the ball as the Pinscher
The hour has come, my hand is not empty
I throw into the fire that you otlistal
Rap became a pile of shit in which you are the worm
Freestyle - it's fuss over the grades and locations
Purely I got me Moose TV channel
His mouth anal artists place

Cartel, Cartel, Capa, Capa, Capa
Cartel, Cartel, Capa, Capa, Capa

You criticize my rap you suck
I break rhyme so hold on its axis
Light extinguish that darkness attracts Evil
There Cartel waiting scarlet sunset
Bala for the evil forces
Incorrect supporters already planted on pitchforks
I look nice only the light rays bloody,
Wolves howl as harbingers of cops
Spiders weave a network of night cover
Fear tickles the nerves, crows gogochut
Teeth sharpening children twilight zone
Stars shine silver hammer cartridges
Rap compare fuse of a nuclear warhead
Ashes conceals place bombardment
The armor-piercing style, fire barrage
Ten balls on a five-point scale