Fike - Kilobito - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Pam-params boys in the trash, a flag would

We know the price of the words and consolidate the deed

You are confident, even though you are steamed

You are smoked

What are the gelding?

There is no pair of lava, the bara at the bars of the bark of the bazaar bazaars, the mountains of nature, wrapped in the curtains of Zabara, where are the bills of our manners we do not know the measures

Here's the answer where our Navars go

It’s probably early while the pockets are empty

But they play harmonies, ashlons here

The mind of the rams to the sides,

Songs White Crows Pizda White Crows

Kings - karons, x ** m - gandons

Gangsters - Ghana, and we are microphones

We don’t hide the lines, we don’t hide, we don’t laugh, we don’t cry, we don’t learn life

Brains do not sharpen them and so much more in a shorter thing.