Slumdog Millionaire Lyrics. Basta, Smokey Mo - Slumdog Millionaire ft. Scryptonite lyrics lyrics

Make money, draw it.
People are losing their minds, going crazy.
After all, happiness is determined by the amount.
They break fates, people are looking for hundreds.
Make money, draw it.

Slumdog Millionaire.

A million more, a million more.
Slumdog Millionaire.
A million problems, a million more.
A million more, a million more.
A million more, a million more.

Slumdog Millionaire.
And there are still a million such millionaires.
A millionaire from the slums, the kind that Khrushchev built.
Yes-yes-yes-yes, me ...
But I knocked out his teeth with a bat, apparently killing his appetite.
This is the good old South.
Good old South, fierce barbecue.
You're right, I have a lot of fierce friends.
Difficult childhood, sweet courtyard - the merciless Colosseum.
I am innocent and naive, like my children's songs.
Yes, yes, it is, Mom, I "m a Dexter.
My roof is blown off, slate goes, but I'm on the code.
The voices are shouting: "Rushi-smash", - I ask them: "Do not rush."
So, I was at the doctor and the diagnosis is harsh - healthy as a bull.
I will live for a hundred years and I will not throw back my hooves - vis-a-vis, no offense.
They say, they say, the local guys are not happy with me here.
But I put on this ..., pass it on to them.
They say they step on my heels.
I'll turn around - there is no one, apparently, superheroes are playing hide and seek.
Now other kids on the street in engines, you see how.
And I am in plain sight, in the pale, the Olympic Bear.
The districts have fallen asleep and are asleep, and are unlikely to wake up by morning.
The districts know no mercy, there is no place for good in these districts.
Critics in awe, because I'm just like a king ...
It's like ugliness on stage, and for this ugliness there is an exorbitant price tag.
In one person, Mozart and Salieri, Brutus and Caesar.
One of two things - either poisoned or stupidly stabbed.
A million problems and a million more.
The slumdog millionaire remembers where he came from.
And a million more such millionaires follow me.
After all, here you count and count, everyone dreams of winning this show.

People are losing their minds, going crazy.
After all, happiness is determined by the amount.
They break fates, people are looking for hundreds.
Make money, draw it.
People are losing their minds, going crazy.
After all, happiness is determined by the amount.
They break fates, people are looking for hundreds.
Make money, draw it.

Slumdog Millionaire.
Of those that can treat you to suicidal borscht.
We enter your house on the tracks without invitations.
Yes, I am addicted, I live using this method.
Envy me, come on, try to walk my way from the beginning.
Kupchino, the nineties are looking forward to you, chao.
I put rhymes around my neck loops, wound up like a nutcase.
Someone threw a noose around his neck and went into a total separation.
Streets up to their throats in shit, but all around the laundering and glamor.
Money is cleaner than a scalpel, here reality hid the prefix ...
MSC, for the locals I am an alien from another planet.
A millionaire, a million ears, a million thoughts, a million from above.
I remember the past days, my poor childhood.
Heavenly Father, where can I go from these thoughts?
Where can I go from these thoughts?
I need to be in time, but first I'll ask Latika to undress.
I play with those with whom I sang.
My name is under the Indian logo.
You hit it right in the heart, my fleet is a mad mercenary.
And if this is a war, then a cheerful colonel is waiting for all these chickens.
Slumdog Millionaire.
With me my faithful sidekick is pure hip-hop.
Each of my answers is correct, the lucky one is right every time.
Everything that I took - I took it honestly, that I did not have time - I will still take it.

Slumdog Millionaire.
A million problems, a million more.
A million more, a million more.
A million more, a million more.
Slumdog Millionaire.
A million problems, a million more.
A million more, a million more.
A million more, a million more.

[Chorus: Basta]

Make money, draw it!
People lose their minds, they go crazy
After all, happiness is determined by the amount
They break fates, people look for the essence in them
Make money, draw it!

Slumdog Millionaire. A million problems. A million more!
A million more. A million more. A million more. Million more
Slumdog millionaire
And there are still a million such millionaires!

Slumdog millionaire built by Khrushchev

[Verse 1: Basta]
Yes, yes, yes, yes, I got dirty here by the bull devil
But I knocked out his teeth with a bat, apparently killing his appetite
Rostov! Motherfuck "a! It's the good old South
The good old South. I fry a fierce barbecue
You are right, I have a lot of fierce friends
Difficult childhood, sweet courtyard - merciless Colosseum
I'm innocent and naive like my children's songs
Yes, yes, it is, blasphemy! Mom, I "m a Dexter
My roof blows off, slate rides, but I'm on code
The voices are shouting: "Rushi-smash", - I ask them: "Do not rush"
So, I was at the doctor and the diagnosis is severe - healthy as a bull;
I'll live for a hundred years and won't kick back - vis-a-vis, no offense

[Bridge: Basta]
They say, they say, local guys are not happy with me here
But I put my dick on it - tell them that!
They say they step on my heels
Turn around - there is no one, apparently superheroes are playing hide and seek
Now other kids on the street in engines, you see how;
And I'm in plain sight, in palevo, Olympic Bear
Neighborhoods are asleep and asleep, and are unlikely to wake up by morning
The districts know no mercy, there is no place for good in these districts
Critics in ahue, because I'm just like a tsar and a TV set
It's like ugliness on stage, and for this ugliness there is an exorbitant price tag
Mozart and Salieri, Brutus and Caesar rolled into one
One of two things - either poisoned or stupidly stabbed!
A million problems and a million more
Slumdog millionaire remembers where he came from
And a million more millionaires follow me!
After all, here you count and count, everyone dreams of winning this show!

[Chorus: Basta]
People lose their minds, they go crazy
After all, happiness is determined by the amount
They break fates, people look for the essence in them
Make money, draw it!
People lose their minds, they go crazy
After all, happiness is determined by the amount
They break fates, people look for the essence in them
Make money, draw it!

[Verse 2: Smokey Moe]
Slumdog millionaire
Of those that can treat you to suicidal borscht
We enter your house on the tracks without invitations
Yes, I am addicted, I live using this method
Envy me, come on try my way from the beginning
Kupchino, the nineties are looking forward to you, ciao!
I put rhymes around my neck loops, wound up like a nutcase
Someone threw a noose around his neck and went into a total separation
Streets up to their throats in shit, but around laundering and glamor
Money is cleaner than a scalpel. Here reality hid the prefix: "Essence"
MSC! For the locals, I'm an alien from another planet
Millionaire, million ears, million thoughts, million from above

[Bridge: Smoky Moe]
I remember the past days, my poor childhood
Heavenly Father, where can I go from these thoughts?
Where can I go from these thoughts?
I need to sleep, but first I'll ask Latika to undress
I play with those with whom I sang. My name is under the Indian logo
You hit it right in the heart, my fleet is a mad mercenary
And if this is a war, then all these chickens are waiting for a cheerful colonel
Slumdog millionaire
With me my faithful sidekick is pure hip-hop
My every answer is correct, the lucky one is right every time
Everything that I took - I took it honestly, that I did not have time - I will still take it!
One love!

[Chorus]
Slumdog Millionaire. A million problems. A million more!
A million more. A million more. A million more. Million more
Slumdog Millionaire. A million problems. A million more!
A million more. A million more. A million more. Million more

[Verse 3: Scryptonite]
(Jillzay, higher than your house)
Paps here, pps there, I feel the shmon
The wagon of not the nicest guys in the area
Chased away interest from fate for services
Hey you, do we smell wrong?
Hey look, what a "pipe" with him
I came to take them and put them, (in the partman)
And you all think about how I put together the style (Balam)
See, here they squeeze out drop by drop
I want a couple of packets, straight for bread
To get around them, without their snot
(Your butt is glued) Your butt is glued to the couch that's the problem. (What are you under?)
I'm tempted to throw two cutlets for my father's debt
Fired at the object, I'm fired at lunch
Rap rushes you like jai speck
Money sticks me like absinthe
(Absinthe)
You fell, shket
Fate has smiled at you since childhood
Well, we don't!
- Hey Johnny, hello. Like you?
-I also fall on the courts, with me all the kents
We're in your field, I'm fucking feints
It's not me or you, it's just a little dream come to life
You thought it was a grave ...
You wanted to leave flowers (dumbass)

I can pay off my debts and catch even more in real life
And when you see me on the channel
Remember what you called me
(Now who am I?)

Make money, draw it!

People lose their minds, they go crazy
After all, happiness is determined by the amount.
They break destinies, people seek the essence in them.
Make money, draw it!

Slumdog Millionaire. A million problems. A million more!
A million more. A million more. A million more. A million more.

Basta:
Slumdog millionaire
And there are still a million such millionaires!
A millionaire from the slums, the kind that Khrushchev built.
Yes-yes-yes-yes, everyday life did not take me for a little,
But I knocked out his teeth with a bat, apparently killing his appetite.
Once! Stop! Motherfuck "a! This is the good old South.
The good old South. I fry a fierce barbecue.
You're right, I have a lot of fierce friends.
Difficult childhood, sweet courtyard - the merciless Colosseum.
I am innocent and naive, like my children's songs.
Yes, yes, it is, f * ck! Mom, I "m a Dexter.
My roof is blown off, slate goes, but I'm on the code.
The voices are shouting: "Rushi-smash", - I ask them: "Do not rush."
So, I was at the doctor and the diagnosis is harsh - healthy as a bull,
I will live for a hundred years and I will not throw back my hooves - vis-a-vis, no offense.
They say, they say, the local guys are not happy with me here,
But I put x * d on it - and pass it on to them!
They say they step on my heels.
I will turn around - there is no one, apparently, superheroes are playing hide and seek.
Now other kids on the street in engines, you see how
And I am in plain sight, in the pale, the Olympic Bear.
The districts have fallen asleep and are asleep, and are unlikely to wake up by morning.
The districts know no mercy, there is no place for good in these districts.
Critics in a * yea, because I'm just like a tsar and a telly.
It's like ugliness on stage, and for this ugliness there is an exorbitant price tag.
In one person, Mozart and Salieri, Brutus and Caesar.
One of two things - either poisoned or stupidly stabbed!
A million problems and a million more.
The slumdog millionaire remembers where he came from.
And a million more millionaires follow me!
After all, here you count and count, everyone dreams of winning this show!

People lose their minds, they go crazy
After all, happiness is determined by the amount.
They break destinies, people seek the essence in them.
Make money, draw it!

Smoky Mo:
Slumdog millionaire
Of those that can treat you to suicidal borscht.
We enter your house on the tracks without invitations.
Yes, I am addicted, I live using this method.
Envy me, come on, try to walk my way from the beginning.
Kupchino, the nineties are looking forward to you, ciao!
I put rhymes around my neck loops, wound up like a nutcase.
Someone threw a noose around his neck and went into a total separation.
The streets are up to their throats in shit, but all around the laundering and glamor.
Money is cleaner than a scalpel. Here reality hid the prefix: "Essence".
MSC! For the locals, I am an alien from another planet.
Millionaire, million ears, million thoughts, million on top.
I remember the past days, my poor childhood.
Heavenly Father, where can I go from these thoughts?
Where can I go from these thoughts?
I need to sleep, but first I'll ask Latika to undress.
I play with those with whom I sang.
My name is under the Indian logo.
You hit it right in the heart, my fleet is a mad mercenary
And if this is a war, then a cheerful colonel is waiting for all these chickens.
Slumdog millionaire
With me my faithful sidekick is pure hip-hop.
Each of my answers is correct, the lucky one is right every time.
Everything that I took - I took it honestly, that I did not have time - I will still take it! One love!

Slumdog Millionaire. A million problems. A million more!
A million more. A million more. A million more. A million more.
Slumdog Millionaire. A million problems. A million more!
A million more. A million more. A million more. A million more.

Scryptonitis:
Kep, here you feel the pit stone again.
The car is not the nicest guys in the area.
They were chased by the interests of fate for their services.
Pps is here, pps is there, I feel the shmon.
The wagon of not the nicest boys around
They drove away interest from fate for services.
Hey, you! We don't smell like that, huh?
Hey, look, what a "pipe" with him.
I came to take them and lay them down
And you all think about how I put together the style!
Look, they squeeze out here drop by drop,
I want a couple of packets, straight for bread
To get around them, without their snot.
Your ass is glued together.
Your ass is glued to the couch, that's the problem.
What are you under? I am tempted to throw for my father's debt ***.
Singed to the object, I was singled to lunch.
Rap rushes you, like jzha and speck, money sticks me like absinthe.
Absinthe. Did you hear the accent? Who did you call mambet here?
You fell the shket. Fate has smiled at you since childhood. Well, for us - no!
Greetings fat, and you - I also fall on the courts, all the kents are with me.
We are in your field, I * fizzle out the feints.
It's not me and not you, just a little dream come to life.
You thought it was a grave. You wanted to leave flowers - dumbass.
You think we were rotting in the basement for nothing, huh?
You think it's all nonsense that I'm phenomenal, huh?
I can pay off my debts and catch even more in real life.
And when you see me on the channel, remember what you called me.
Now who am I?

Slumdog Millionaire. A million problems. A million more!
A million more. A million more. A million more. A million more.

People lose their minds, they go crazy
After all, happiness is determined by the amount.
They break destinies, people seek the essence in them.
Make money, draw it!

Make money, draw it!

People are losing their minds, going crazy.
After all, happiness is determined by the amount.
They break destinies, people seek the essence in them.
Make money, draw it!

Slumdog Millionaire. A million problems. A million more!
A million more. A million more. A million more. A million more.

Slumdog millionaire
And there are still a million such millionaires!

A millionaire from the slums, the kind that Khrushchev built.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, I got dirty here by the devil bull
But I knocked out his teeth with a bat, apparently killing his appetite.
Once! Stop! Motherfuck "a! This is the good old South.
Old, kind South. I fry a fierce barbecue.

You're right, I have a lot of fierce friends.
Difficult childhood, sweet courtyard - the merciless Colosseum.
I am innocent and naive, like my children's songs.
Yes, yes, it is, x * le! Mom, I "m a Dexter.

My roof is blown off, slate goes, but I'm on the code.
The voices are shouting: "Rushi-smash", - I ask them: "Do not rush."
So, I was at the doctor and the diagnosis is severe - healthy as a bull;
I will live for a hundred years and I will not throw back my hooves - vis-a-vis, no offense.

They say that the local guys are not happy with me here.
But I put a * ooh on it - tell them that!
They say they step on my heels.
I'll turn around - there is no one, apparently, superheroes are playing hide and seek.

Now other kids on the street in engines, you see how;
And I am in plain sight, in the pale, the Olympic Bear.
The districts have fallen asleep and are asleep, and are unlikely to wake up by morning.
The districts know no mercy, there is no place for good in these districts.

Critics in a * yea, because I'm just like a tsar and a TV set.
It's like ugliness on stage, and for this ugliness there is an exorbitant price tag.
In one person, Mozart and Salieri, Brutus and Caesar.
One of two things - either poisoned or stupidly stabbed!

A million problems and a million more.
The slumdog millionaire remembers where he came from.
And a million more millionaires follow me!
After all, here you count and count, everyone dreams of winning this show!

People are losing their minds, going crazy.
After all, happiness is determined by the amount.
They break destinies, people seek the essence in them.
Make money, draw it!

Slumdog millionaire
Of those that can treat you to suicidal borscht.
We enter your house on the tracks without invitations.
Yes, I am addicted, I live using this method.

Envy me, come on, try to walk my way from the beginning.
Kupchino, the nineties are looking forward to you, ciao!
I put rhymes around my neck loops, wound up like a nutcase.
Someone threw a noose around his neck and went into a total separation.

The streets are up to their throats in shit, but all around the laundering and glamor.
Money is cleaner than a scalpel. Here reality hid the prefix: "Essence".
MSC! For the locals, I'm an alien from another planet
A millionaire, a million ears, a million thoughts, a million from above.

I remember the past days, my poor childhood.
Heavenly Father, where can I go from these thoughts?
Where can I go from these thoughts?
I need to sleep, but first I'll ask Latika to undress.

I play with those with whom I sang. My name is under the Indian logo.
You hit it right in the heart, my fleet is a mad mercenary.
And if this is a war, then a cheerful colonel is waiting for all these chickens.

Slumdog millionaire
With me my faithful sidekick is pure hip-hop.
Each of my answers is correct, the lucky one is right every time.
Everything that I took - I took it honestly, that I did not have time - I will still take it!
One love!

Kep, here you feel the pit stone again.
The car is not the nicest guys in the area.
They were chased by the interests of fate for their services.

Pps is here, pps is there, I feel the shmon.
The wagon of not the nicest boys around
They drove away interest from fate for services.

Hey, you! We don't smell like that, huh?
Hey, look, what a "pipe" with him.
I came to take them and lay them down;
And you all think about how I put together the style (Balam)!

Look, they squeeze out here drop by drop,
I want a couple of packets, straight for bread
To get around them, without their snot.

Your ass is glued together.
Your ass is glued to the couch, that's the problem.
What are you under? I am tempted to throw a tricaplint for my father's debt.
Singed into an object, I am singed for lunch.
Rap rushes you, like jzha and speck, money sticks me like absinthe.

Absinthe. Did you hear the accent?
Who did you call mambet here?
You fell the shket.
Fate has smiled at you since childhood.
Well, for us - no!

Greetings fat, and you - I also fall on the courts, all the kents are with me.
We are in your field, I * fizzle out the feints.
It's not me and not you, just a little dream come to life.
You thought it was a grave. You wanted to leave flowers - dumbass.

You think we were rotting in the basement for nothing, huh?
You think it's all nonsense that I'm phenomenal, huh?
I can pay off my debts and catch even more in real life.
And when you see me on the channel, remember what you called me.
Now who am I?

Slumdog Millionaire. A million problems. A million more!
A million more. A million more. A million more. A million more.

People are losing their minds, going crazy.
After all, happiness is determined by the amount.
They break destinies, people seek the essence in them.
Make money, draw it!

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