Ukrainian Eminem rapping - Artem Loik

Artem Loic rapping on the Ukrainian-style show Eminem (the rate is even better) text songs: EE let Hello! My name is Artem. I read a rap and much addicted to it. Confidently and with arrogance wag his hands in the telecom, And tarator good as Eminem in America. From a small town, but I have big problems Chitpyu with reason and without reason, every time, And even on the street talking to chant, And the face I had at the same time very pleased with mine. A cho? It would be pretty cool and fun To reciting rap approved in the profession, And at the university, "hip hop" named objects And every house was preparing to coursework in rap. And, for example, to show "Ukraine May Talent" All rhyme answered instead of a cold "yes" or "wrong." And after the speech dear Vlad Would stand up and badly rhymed for me: "Tom, you would have more chances But in your statement, I did not see the dance At least a little dance for me, danced to, then I would have told you "yes". Well, for those not wishing a good word for it come from, not timidly, Glory Frolova: "I do not agree, was pleased, because this gangster made fun." Well then, I'm even afraid to say out loud! The microphone would undertake Igor Kondratyuk, And quietly, may pathetically somewhere, would read as an experienced rapper rapper: "Artem, you're a real kid without pytan, and I say" so "Toby without vygan. Come to karaoke and once worshiped Troch duo rozkachaemo maidan. But seriously, it rarely happens. I live and breathe them rap, man. And I'm just a trifle will suffice to three people said I was not bezdaren. text songs2: This track does not laugh at it ze is ending. Or can the success in the crush of these walls. I do not know. Just hard-nosed and proudly rvya throat reading, though I am not black. Doomed to failure, the talents Artem climb. I remember here remember here my rap. Not for the coins will not, will not be offended, but I am against what I see. On television singing smiling! About what? Nothing, at bare clothes. Pop titans, but soon as the Titanic drowned in a plastic music tie in a knot all. As snowflakes whirled in the dance, and then parted at the glossy music. Judges of all, you have to address now. Simple "yes" or "no", but give me a chance. Take off or just fall on the asphalt, but believe me, the fire is not quenched in his eyes. You're right, I'm a rapper, I was wrong door, but if I'm here, so I believe in it. For whom will the people? Whom all hear? For the glamorous, or, yet, for such as they are the same? Finally, rap - it makes sense, remember, from the heart and soul through the steel microphone. He is able to help, he can teach. No, not you. The youth, whose whole life ahead And poetry can save them. You will not believe me? In the eyes see! Thank you to all who came to the talent and rap supported. Who has the beats Heart beat and shook her hand and eyes burned. Thank you to all who have tried this rap and understood it. Who said that instead of "no" very important "yes." Respect to you from me, all Respect from me.