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Hey Hey!

No matter how it was thrown and how bad it was -

Brother is not a maz for the life of this.

So let that investigator rest, we would have a bite to eat properly.

Lean, and already count as in a fairy tale. Sometimes you can wander out of the blue in a basin.

Hello in you. So you can throw that a driver’s watch away from the brichka.

If it was normally charged and charge on top, then maybe you will be on the iconostasis

Fifty, air, windows are wide open, these are everyday life, not a holiday.

Pipe, is it ringing? And what are you nervous like an ulcer?

Maybe you want to hit how we mired here?

Type dirty, blood and meat, weight in strollers.

Everything is clear to us, even when it is cloudy. There is no MAZ to prove something

You better tell me what is there with a "fairy tale", you have to do something, what is there "Astor" idle?

The wind blows through, wolves love meat, the Germans love oil.

The eyes are red, and quite often.

In short, the huge salam from fighters, hockey players and gymnasts.

Rap!

You can’t catch me, I like a shadow in city lights, a rocket flies in broad daylight (be careful).

You can’t catch me, I like a shadow in city lights, a rocket flies in broad daylight (be careful).

From a brother for a brother a couple of missiles like a baikonur. No wonder here it blew up from the sea.

Tazes from Germany or iron from Tula, and days fly faster than in a rain of bullets.

The life of the brother is oppressed, but will not leave the stooping when it does not cut the knife, the cheekbones will earn.

The warm words warm more than a blanket. This fuel is enough for us for a thousand years.

It sits deep and will not pull out the cop. The collar is not for wolves, keep it in your mind.

A new verse, like a fit, like a knock on your door. Here they are not afraid of shoulder straps, brother, believe me.

It doesn’t matter to the Slavs or the boys from the Caucasus, if there is a MAZ, the main thing is that they do not smear with oblique.

And we steal on the main even on red, smoothly the same as it is, life is beautiful.

Even when, brother, it pressed strongly cool, well, something ... and a couple .. We sting.

Time runs like people in a fire and back in no way, even spaced.

Life as if ... Smoke among the bustle of the city, the roadsides are or Bl*di or cops.

Such a mentality, get ready for everything. Since ... do it, blasphemes here to bend your fingers

Yes, do not worry, friend, get it better. The pebble from the outskirts will be heard to the bottom

There are thoughts on the weekend. Even when the exit is zero, I ... ... brother

Another cop is looking for a car according to signs. This one is hidden while there is no wind in the pocket, right?

And I would have to return it, because I lost an unmeasured, but the main thing is sure that there are a couple of proven ones nearby

You can’t catch me, I like a shadow in city lights, a rocket flies in broad daylight (hold yourself in your hands).

You can’t catch me, I like a shadow in city lights, a rocket flies in broad daylight.

My thought flies through the window, I like a cat with glasses, but squatting.

I bask in the sun, the wing is lordican, but it casts bronze.

We are invisible, like radiation from the Japanese. Ha.

I am making a muzon, although I'm not Mozart. Among the crooked mirrors, someone remains.

This potential works on the abyss. Chopped like blades in the right proportion.

Frank Sinatra or Joseph Kobzon, Grand Canyon or Hills of the Ural Mountains.

London Arsenal or Donetsk Shakhtar, reception in the Kremlin or admission to the floor.

Exercise people, otherwise you will be eaten. Distribute people, excel the boys from the goat.

Distribute her view when she is near, otherwise you will become as the hero of the program "Let them talk."

In the studio at Malakhov, well, on ** he! This sound fucks you like Pugacheva Galkina - immediately into the ladies.

We move through traffic jams in a German tank. With xiva, but without a flashing light.

Musara, hucksters, chicks and rocks, pebbles, fragments. Boshki is more beautiful than a New Year tree.

Plus fierce winter and night long. ... .... Apostle .... Wolves.