Текст песни Дуня - На Улицах Будущего

I do not look away
My tomorrow today, my tomorrow today
My tomorrow today, my tomorrow today
because time is flying at a speed of 60 mine per hour
and our future is right here and now
these ulitsaaaah where each hard
show how the impossible possible

Okay, I wanted to take the judge
but I passed on the first round of the track
because the only way I know is real underground
and while head on his shoulders
no victory Donkey Macleod
by ratings track passing on all keypads to put all the callas
someone said, & quot; wow & quot; half track failure
I'm just trying to get to the end and leave Astana
yes I teleportnut'sya once the final
but it is better to take you where no one has ever been
for example, the year 2014 the city of Sochi
Dunya after reading about the Olympics is authorized
because I was the ambassador to Vancouver
Though flew there stoned ass
and the first thing I bought a couple of liters of syrup
but in the Russian house is not the master of ceremonies valanterom
with a microphone in two languages ​​so that everyone understood
I will never forget how my mother cried for his brother from Japan
and my impromptu snapping California
but it is perfectly clear
a concentrate of the nation and contrast
a couple of years here in these streets awaits us
and if you want to be confused with proprietary pussy
my advice to you nigga tighten English
it will be an exciting time, I believe it
then the World Cup and hockey.
can there all poimeem,
maybe I will break on a Harley in the Age of Aquarius
appokalipsis can take us all over the back and slam the door
I do not know in heaven or hell but takes the first row
the culmination of twenty twelve know all the balance
I am not an oracle to tell what will happen tomorrow
but do not take into account, do not take
powder erase both battle hip-hop ru
and tomorrow Dunya score on rap
After all the time I do not have it
but my second, I said that I will speak I was 99 years old
but maybe later, Dunya will amplify in each pair
after all biff steeper any Piarists
but I'm not quite MS I'm crazy
My life as an experiment playing with ecstasy
I lomlyus straight to the goal in the subway
but half way I not stand, go out and catch a taxi
Lord holds on a leash of MS
I improvise in the space around its axis
there is not a saint, do not get covered in mud
This is my mission, so that Sasha garbage
future right here the whole time flies
remaining two years will be released to freedom
my manager that sits behind the murder
you're on a gun shot
I ebashil rap Prime Minister
but do not extinguish my monologue cans Crystal
streets know my face freestyles
Buttle after tequila I Chikatilo recitative
and I'm not ashamed of what was
Yes, it was, I was a fuck
but inside me there are forces in the long term lucky
and on my street will be a holiday in the future
because I do things, and you write on the theme of fantasy
I move in reality as Yamakasi
live a life can be so that God said, Behold nifiga
My tomorrow afternoon to tomorrow today
your tomorrow today your tomorrow today
three minutes for the ninth off rap battles
all my fans Hayter today tomorrow