Карабин - Дуракам закон не писан - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Toli is shot down, felts are not shot down! Grisha, hello. I don't know how Marcian

Grisha, tell me why you are this style?

Who are you? crazy? Or just crazy? ...

Grisha, tell how incredibly powerful and strong

You can demolish even the most durable MS

You always have a fuck someone like others to be thrown away

And who will get all the awards and honors

You probably can come to the studio very blue,

Freestyle to give out a phenaminally out -of -end verse

With a light hand, bunches without troubles' troubles

While the guys and I think and do not sleep at night

Tell about your methods, a kind of villain

Cut the cards, show your chips

We will save this as one of the sacred secrets,

Without opening it superfluous. You will fuck me

You [****] all laws of rapper style

You do not need any reason or incentive to fuck a disk

You are like my computer: you always fucking out of full force.

And in hunger and in the winter.

Chorus:

[*****] Morphine

But your presentation is a loaf hawing it with charisma

And no matter how I strain my throat

The one to whom the muses are not written is scolded

[*****] Morphine

But your presentation is a loaf hawing it with charisma

And no matter how I strain my throat

The one to whom the muses are not written is scolded

2 verse:

The boys are fucking, they say, our para-fellow with the one who Latvian Denis brought.

We must be tired, because the Latvian Denis fumbles well in the battles.

We are frightened. Grisha fuck both us and the Latvian Denis.

5 kg spent the lifting in the air an array of a worker

With me in pair is fifty dollars.

Dischald hip-hop. Almost no one will dare to accomplish a comic move.

Yes, yes, give us parting words how everyone here survives

After all, there is no constitution on Mars

How to act without getting up from a chair?

What pinks and panchs will be in price?

You [****] all laws of rapper style

You do not need any reason or incentive to fuck a disk

You are like my computer: you always fucking out of full force.

And in hunger and in the winter.

Chorus:

[*****] Morphine

But your presentation is a loaf hawing it with charisma

And no matter how I strain my throat

The one to whom the muses are not written is scolded

[*****] Morphine

But your presentation is a loaf hawing it with charisma

And no matter how I strain my throat

The one to whom the muses are not written is scolded

I have a fuck what is the one I think of whom I do not think. Remember, I am not waging a war and do not shy with the crowd. There is its own boshka on the shoulders and its own special opinion. If it does not coincide with yours, you are at least a person.