Kubańczyk - Rób rap

Everything is shaking already when the bass is playing
My homie producer says: Cuban rap
My people are not sick, although everyone has
Heavy flights here after month so is the composition

Nobody gave me anything
and your homies everybody would sell
You speak illegally
that life is hard because my homie got too hot
Fuck comedy
The minor reels that he lives on winding, break
Dear parents, do not buy children
already May for Christmas

Because majki is burning for several homies
what the world did not hear them and they would blow up
We're flying because rap is life
and the lines here are flying like a big arrow
I leave the void on the tsunami
If your verses hurt, go cry in your pillow
Hey
Jade with my compatriot se Q7 for cash
Hey
And for you we already have this casket
Hey
Because it erases you if you are a fool

I come in, kill, se boys play billiards here
And conquers miss says she wants a drink
I pour tequila here
When we go to me, I let her beat me
And she tells me you have skills
Bejbe wanted to sneak up
although I only sleep with her
I don't think it's America
and I have such states that I'm leaving
The phone rings, it's probably the police
They remembered it will settle
I'm interested in music
And this freestyle with my brothers every day
And only our district
Half settles between blocks
The guys got to know the lifestyle
You choose what you want here from your life
Everyone told me, take these raps
and now I have a music life

Hey Hey
And here I play with bits
People ask me:
Cuban when the record comes in
Mom wanted to clean, but she doesn't have to
Why do you ask
Because my son was sweeping
Brother fuck America

I am flying with beta and looking at concrete estates
So many stories here that everyone would write down
notes seventy night
Blues are still sniffing here
and then they pride themselves
That they achieved something
if they catch a kid with a scratch
The best part is that dealers are made next door
I make music and I'm like a dealer
Cause you let these tracks go like cocaine
and you sweep your nose and euphoria son
I still swim here with this style
Although I am not a drug addict
Because rap is addictive, the microphone is blotch
We smoke them every day in Polish estates

You smoke them everyday in Polish estates ej
We smoke them everyday in Polish estates ej

I write these texts over and over again
My homie says thickly
We're sitting in the evening
because instead of partying, we work in a studio
He gives me a deal and it echoes
And I know I'll break those quilipe afterwards
I want to play concerts
My Eden music
Soon I will, soon I will

And let all of Poland hear eh
As players do, yes
Raised in the district of AA
I float like a surfer
I swim on bits you want more
I act as a pixy twist
At my concert, your hands
You will come for more again
You know, you look pretty in a dress
Close the merce Cuban
We end darling in a bmw

Hey, well, I'm doing such hits
In several verses you have already met my people
District style
Let the poor hands press replay
because each of them is silent
They didn't wait for the text
I am faster than Kubica