Кит и Гек - Барыга помер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

-And you can turn off this voice?

-What voice?

-This

-This? No, it’s impossible. This one will say.

Didn't you understand what? Forget my number. Do not call me anymore, the huckster died.

I understand .. I want to understand, don’t call me anymore, the huckster died.

On the flash drive, the photo together is wing and fogan, soft with the seal, I would not touch it.

The vestel of the field has bust 0.5

And I thought what to read about?

Minus in the phone, on the hydrophone

Crossing the whole huynya with a bonscape drives

In a gonstap mode we compose hip

We clap our hands in the bit

Timura opened from Dapidak

not dick fucking alien to take a fak

Tell me Lyokha how your business

Everything is fine, it seems that only a dough is missing

Both Internet infections are flooded!

lines on a leaflet- puzzle

Criminal investigation, Petrovka 38

Lieutenant Colonel and Major Paul Lemon are asked

5 hours searched for grandmas, gave 200

And I took and rhymed it in the song

What for life? Bunya. Inhuman

The patch did not stick- psoriasis is not treated

Everything! It burns green! Come on, come on, went. Slopes on the floor, slippers on the floor, slippage bitch on the floor. And ... green ... Come on, come on, the slippers went to the floor, slippers to the floor, slippers bitch on the floor

Didn't you understand what? Forget my number. Do not call me anymore, the huckster died.

I understand .. I want to understand, don’t call me anymore, the huckster died.

Summer in our Goethe, warm days

In the Vishniki area, fry kebabs

Caps, caps, tubes, cards, kill slippers- everyone to the light bulb

Your merts, from such a movement

At the entrance, drug addicts are out of sorts

What would not have been worn, throw out the number

don't call me an huckster anymore

Didn't you understand what? Forget my number. Do not call me anymore, the huckster died.

I understand .. I want to understand, don’t call me anymore, the huckster died.

Tantrums-girls, painted lips

Brains are taken out to boys in mobile tubes

Listen beeps listen- strains ears

Hooligans boys love to beat bucks

Buna make buns, bunya,

you have no more dope

Buna make buns, bunya,

you have no more dope

There is no more dope, there is no more dope,

you have no more dope

There is no more dope, there is no more dope,

you have no more dope

Didn't you understand what? Forget my number. Do not call me anymore, the huckster died.

I understand .. I want to understand, don’t call me anymore, the huckster died.

The huckster died ...