Айвенго - Ответ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You know in Repe, even the boss does not increase in vain,

You barely grumbled and here your nose rested me into the belt,

What did you poured the headlights, small, with whom I basarize bazaars,

Believe me good old, but sometimes I can be tary

I thought I could be silent and that my mouth was my mouth,

But I see that silence is not good for you,

And God sees not in my rules to hide with weakness,

After all, you like to smear anyway that having fun with the babes,

But you want stress, you want to beat me with a song, yes, even though you are crazy,

When I'm silent five times more interesting,

And here I should today should be stuck like a needle evil as a wolf and ladies on the withers to you a sheep with a curly bang,

I became so big that I myself am surprised at my greatness,

And then I do not kick Ponte at least out of modesty,

I do not know what you brought you to the idea that you are genius,

After all, all your achievements are less than a little penis.

You consider yourself pepper, but rhymety mole and robustly stupidly than a traffic jam,

You're just zero without sticks ass.

Truchan was better on porn than taking dad on the gun and I will sneak you a girlfriend as a boxing pillow.

I don't know what's behind the rooster they were fed to the ass fuck, you remembered that you were also talented worthy and proud and to swee your ego and Sixok Arav,

I decided to merge on me and make a glory to me.

I am a champion, you are awkward, like Pierre Solar riot, pezhon,

I songs you decided the whole body black peer gandon,

That you imagined once you spit on the crown,

I thought that I was a faithful or what I would not throne?

What kind of pills are you eager to make yourself so much,

You read as a Crazy Frog, you think the buddy is that you like, encrypt late you are standing for the same thing.

My fleet throws into the sweat and trembling, as if the throat had a knife.

I spend the power to carach your miserable soul,

You called me I came and I will destroy you now.

After all, you behave shamefully jealously jealous black of the mouth stubbornly splashes the sperm as a whore porn.

And I came for the tribute because it was created for Brahi and my syllable will be frank than the photo from the bath,

Your rap is dumber than German marches, rawrhe than minces, no hip hop without a row for older remember Oparysh.

My word is the law while I am alive with a rhymethmoplet, you are a hollow, I disable you to Ikota and vomiting, a little more and go away with you the last pants, you're just a Hayter, I am the most burnt rapper of the country.

Let's show your penis penis stand on your knees, you me to Fenia,

But I will give a lesson to other generations.

I wanted to arrange a test, and I might you in the dough, and in rape there are no place for you to hear you are a victim of incest.

That's all calling the cops, this song is for me like wet,

Rhymes like bullets are dried dry right in the ear.

I would not like to get right now in the skin of your fact

But you so wanted Lulley and I give me.

You are destroyed and insignificant, I am stronger than before

You methyl in the ladies in vain, now the end of your hope.

In the rap game a new alignment and you answer right now for the mate, rhyme as an automatic and that is not the word - penis in the ass.

I omit you on people until the end of our life, now you are a feather, admire yourself near Paras,

I made sentence and you will not be forgiven, now you know who holds the throne and burn the microphone.

That's all you have the end of the boy Baltunik and Little, I am your last cigarette, haircut in front of the tower.

I just yes niprostny boy in mouth Those bump, those cover Msushka what bombed

Dyshki and belching.

That's what everything is scratched and write as if I wrote a casualary, someone became your executioner, someone came with a sword, the one who was named the king, who the hot coal with fire fries those who do not follow the tongue.

That's all it's time to end the boom boom Ban,

Still from fasting you can't fucked Ivango myself, but I want you to know the pimples, like you are with me,

You all want my death and died are looking for.

I didn't come for you to swear my pallium, I came to the truth that stronger the truth of Komsomold, I did not come for you, and at the respect of my streets, the classics of Kusturians, I will give you a chicken.

And I once sampling the wall of my forehead, I will release a new album, against me at least scrap, I will be a bitch in my throat, whether you disturb this thunder, you feel the end of your church, this is a battle of the Father's Father started by Rapogrom.