Эрнесто Заткнитесь - Звук ч.2 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Intro:

DJ Slash Talkin Bout Saratov.

introduction:

Let Me Spit Some Shit,

We Bout To, U Know.

Emutian (do)

Balagur (do)

Fucking a trouser Yin / Yang

and from the Baikonur cosmodrome (in the sky)

In dense layers of the atmosphere (heaven)

Hook:

... in the sky.

The sound hits the sky.

Beats across the sky.

The sound hits the sky

beats in the sky

The sound hits the sky.

one.

I'm not about a beautiful life,

I'm talking about the cars ten to pussy

with one and a half-way suitcase, yes

but lively than all your livids you eint gene give

I'm on the gearstroke somewhere under Orenburg

We are looking like this /// Burger

I'm not about a beautiful life,

I'm talking about the cars ten to pussy

I fall asleep fuck on the clave,

But I wake up - immediately the tracks of the Pekala - McLaren

Fucked pliz is my postmodernism

on stage the same as before lifting the koles

Sound, not to go fuck you?

Before the concert is the silent, after the guy of the shirt.

"No, the fets, it turned out that you need types."

Sound to you fucking would not go?

And even if I knew the state names excitement,

and catching the views of citizens like Joe Hart,

I throw a cache for a couple of cards,

But the main contribution is my art.

We type a group of capture, caseuurm instead of the end:

Blood sweat and mineral water

We type Capture Group:

No, this is not rap

This is with the super ego swing.

Your Content Single Title

Bew to smitherees

Melungi's sweeps

it is wubble vermar brother

Pret Petrograd

Following Arbat

According to the rules, I do not intend to play.

Flush deep into the "Merin".

On paper your texts - kings

bro, you stuck in grapomania paralysis

Hook:

But the sound beats across the sky

beats in the sky

sound beats across the sky

beats in the sky

Sound beats across the sky

Sound Beat

Sound Beat

Fedya Emelianenko in his best years in Minsk fucked Dusniki Flower as God, he had ate ate in Kazan, the umployment Cocks destroyed the club bring me a darkness here as a drowned

on me hood that was sewn before the baptism of Russia

Your faceless soup and finally you are in anus

I

Wherever the Labal Urban or Pastoral Flower with love is nothing like a gloomy Basta Rims

Image is not normal

Came as there is Battle Rap leveled

above Rutin Levishing

As long as your mentality, your mentality did not emerge.

Burmoms do not bother my graphite,

And me stored angels-videographers.

Most High Eichar

I thank you for loved ones, with them all on the shoulders.

I'm just small with my paradigms

I do not think genres, tusi, leagues, out.

Outro:

There is a sense in life once there is a struggle

Overcoming Pa Ideas Pillars

(My sense of struggle)