ЧЭ - Гоп Со Смыком - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Wiping the priests reading the pod, whose gossip on the covers of glossy muculator, we write hop on self-packing equipment, and your hip-hap Snap looks like a pop krap, tie the reality shows, led to cheap ointments, scramb blessings, walk the tinno, sprinkle, sculpted from Plastelina, my syllables that are turned into lines in a short time, I don’t know the notes, I am writing a repchik, whose bite is twinging you, your mane, as if an old man shake, hey, shake the manes to the beat ..

We do not know the notes, we write a hop that, not knowing the notes, write a hop, which is crying