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Genius English Translations - Skryptonite Tnl Style English Translation Lyrics

[Text of the song "Style" ft. ATL]

[Part I]

[Verse 1: Scriptonite]
We have a third of the city does not drag physics, but drags the spirit
You will understand when they put it in the ear
Ten for a hapka, seven for a mokruha
It's not fair, because the joint - he became our friend
Your kents are in leggings or uggs
My edge stinks then mixed with Hugo
I pray that my mother has a lawn and servants
I spin so that a couple of well-fed grandchildren smile at my mother
You want fame to fuck bitches
I fuck and fuck even while dressed like a bum
Here people don't give a fuck, not X
You know, that goldfinch didn't cry even when he was wearing a knife (Tr-r-ra)
Blat-hata replaced my college for me
But I'm here and did not replace the grass with what you prick
Brother on the right, brother on the left, I don't call it homie
After all, I'm from Pavlodar, if you remember

[Chorus: Scriptonite]
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
[Verse 2: Scriptonite]
In the back, on the old rattletrap (On the old rattletrap)
Like on a crocodile (Like on a crocodile)
On black like a tailcoat (On black like a tailcoat)
In my own style (In my own style)
There are two papers on the tube (Two papers on the tube)
Native hangs in the mobile (Native hangs in the mobile)
Home like a movie (Home like a movie)
About how everyone loved (Money)

[Refrain 1]
Money, bitches and delicious food
You ask God for a beautiful life, poz - I go to her
My city wants to believe - and it believes in the right
And if hell is here, then we are loved in this hell (Yes, we love)
Money, bitches and delicious food
You ask God for a beautiful life, poz - I go to her
My city wants to believe - and it believes in the right
And if hell is here, then we are loved in this hell (Did you understand?)

[pre-Chorus]
We're made of bones and blood (Blood)
Of meat, hate and love
We want to count money, not days before
Our best days, our best days
We're made of bones and blood (Blood)
Of meat, hate and love
We want (We want) to count the money, not the days before (Pavlo!)
Our best days
[Chorus: Scriptonite]
Today I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it
I give style to those who don't care about it

[Part II]

[Intro]
(Na-na-na-na-na-na)
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

[Bridge: Scriptonite]
We have a third (Ah-ah) of the city does not drag physics, but drags the spirit (Ah-ah)
You will understand when they put it in the ear (Ah-ah-ah)
Ten for a hapka, seven for a mokruha (Ah-ah-ah)
It's not fair, because the joint - he became our friend (Ah-ah-ah)
Doesn't drag with physics, but drags with spirit (Ah-ah-ah)
You will understand when they put it in the ear (Ah-ah-ah)
Ten for a hapka, seven for a mokruha (Ah-ah-ah)
It's not fair, because the joint - he became our friend
[Pre-verse: ATL]
Space, don't be angry with us, don't be angry (Don't be angry)
Everything will be fine, but not now, but not now (Not now)
Roll all the sadness, oh, all the sadness (Oh, all the sadness)
I'll twist all the sadness into a joint, because

[Verse 3: ATL & Scriptonite]
It's wet like a vagina, but it's cold like a grave
People are a little rotten, but we will not leave it
And even with all the desire - our wings are clipped
Frost will cover us under the ultramarine sky (Tr-r-ra)
Trap hut replaced my college
I'm from Nov—I'm from Novocheboksarsk, if you remember (If you remember)
Trap hut replaced my college
I'm from Nov—I'm from Novocheboksarsk, if you remember (If you remember, Skrip-Skrip)

[Refrain 2: Scriptonite]
I don't call it "homie"
After all, I'm from Pavlodar, if you remember
Blat-hata replaced my college for me
After all, I'm from Pavlodar, if you remember
Yes, boy, we are made of bones and blood
Of meat, hate and love
Boy, we're made of bones and blood
We want to count money, not days
Until our best days

[Outro: Scriptonite]
We have a third of the city
(On an old carriage, as if on a crocodile)
Doesn't drag with physics, but drags with spirit
(On black as in a tailcoat, in his native style
On a new carriage, I relax in the villa)
You will understand when they put it in the ear
(In khaki lands, in my native style
On an old carriage, as if on a crocodile
On black as in a tailcoat, in his native style)
Ten for a hapka, seven for a mokruha
(On a new carriage I relax in a villa
On khaki lands, in my native style)
It's not fair, because the joint - he became our friend
(On an old carriage, as if on a crocodile)
Doesn't drag with physics, but drags with spirit
(On black as in a tailcoat, in his native style
On a new carriage, I relax in the villa)
You will understand when they put it in the ear
(In khaki lands, in my native style
On an old carriage, as if on a crocodile
On black as in a tailcoat, in his native style)
Ten for a hapka, seven for a mokruha
(On a new carriage I relax in a villa
On khaki lands, in my native style)
It's not fair, because the joint - he became our friend
(On an old carriage, as if on a crocodile
On black as in a tailcoat, in his native style
On a new carriage, I relax in a villa
In khaki lands, in my native style
On an old carriage, as if on a crocodile
On black as in a tailcoat, in his native style
On a new carriage, I relax in a villa
On khaki lands, in my native style)