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Slovo:

Yau. Mitya, should I hear there, bro?

Ale, guys. No kidding. Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, Philadelphia, Algon Aveneu, Harold Blvd, all the garbage, Astoria Yoba Boulevard, love) steppe one city Karaganda, she sho there fucking, constant, Luzhniki, ale, Lublino.

Who with Brooklyn, New York tools will keep clearly.

B Host as a checklist, see what the lamp seeks how it seems. Do you want to blow? Not? Why is it so? I can't do here without a jam,

And there, we need to do it on the brothers.

What would a penny grew that x5 black for a black day,

Non-jacket black. The crow to the rear in the rear of the enemy team undoubtedly. Here is the only thing that Nihueyevo is fed,

Yes, and the plan is normal, only garbage in civilian form.

Is it really here we will have to start their roots,

And I didn't get the M5 tripold three times and only the passenger janitor turned out, and he didn't get everything in scars and does not remember anything?

And only the agenda reminds that the court is on Tuesday.

Chorus:

From Koni Island to Marti, then Flatbush, and to Konarssi,

Then the hole in the head of Vasi, they found him almost astronauts on Mars, torn apart, were collected three days in one honey part,

Doctors at Dustya, Hello.

AMC:

I don't care about healthy there, and collects chairs.

Russian rap in the rear of the enemy is we, a guy.

Our style is not karats, but as a hurricane from salons to factories,

From newspaper headlines to bedroom areas.

How did you think? We give the souls for the belly.

Like you, Lizer. * Here I did not understand anything at all. Something about the teeth. *

And I am faster than the light, and I have funny your midwives, Lucy.

I thought could lower? But here I saw megapusi,

And after that rapper temporarily droopy in search of those most

What is treated, on the themes of the eternal. Now tell me, they overboard the fatherland?

Raperes of the Fatherland, I treat you on Ot, * there is no something *.

And we have no options, you are forever here.

Chorus:

From Horse Island to Marti, on Fletobush, and to Konaryssi, then the hole in the head of Vasi, found him almost astronauts on Mars, torn apart, were collected for three weeks in one pile, in one honey san part, doctors at Dustya, Hello.

R-chie:

Mitya, Yoba!

Behind the light headlights in the night, we are not visible, but you can not hear

Options? Casting Havlo or catching in the drawby. Boys with tits lush,

Ticker games. All have already come out,

Only light and darkness and nothing superfluous,

Autumn faces of the Most High. Thousand under the sun,

Like city roof. No options

It is strictly like the blows of the Kremlin chimes.

Battle of the Absolute, Kurata, like dancing at the Toupe of Adanta with whites in the Column Hall and with us a constant. Where are you?

You did not know what this word cannonade would lead to:

To the ninth gates of hell. Yes, yes, Padla,

We must command: "Davi Ghada!" There,

Somewhere far distribute moans, and we

Blood epaulets of military parades award posthumously, untimely fallen cams and over all these combined Hari State of the device and music industry, subject,

Fallowed by digging, plafhmy in * Kenzo? * - Salads.

No, you do not need dreams of light, you need to bullet in my forehead,

Or on the ribs a kastete, greetings from eternal summer,

Equivalent of the sudden death of the poet, the gap of the heart.

This is not nonsense fifty cents, this is

What is not sung with a Jamaican accent,

People's Soul Components.

Chorus:

From Horse Island to Marti, on Fletobush, and to Konaryssi, then the hole in the head of Vasi, found him almost astronauts on Mars, torn apart, were collected for three weeks in one pile, in one honey san part, doctors at Dustya, Hello.

Constanta, Yoba. Long time no see? Penguins.