КраснАдарский фермЕр Dj Сопли feat Mc Рукав - Бой ума - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(May - passed, passed June, July passed and August too)

Alex:

We sit on the sofa

We compose lines.

We drink cognac and drinking beer

The kidneys failed

Victor Glazov fucked up to the gases

I came up with rhyme right away

If not peas, then Glazov

I would not let out gases

Turbid:

Bitch !!!!! In the winter and summer of the same color, there is no rhyme to describe our rhyme pad, we will make you two verse, in the teeth of a cigarette. There is a blowjob star, Sveta .... No!

Alex:

Ewae a pack of cigarettes and 2 bottles of beer

Munta:

And again we bombed again, we write crooked

On the hands of a mazoli on the palms too

Feet broken are broken by faces

Alex:

Oh my God

Turbid:

Oh my God

What else does it look like

Alex:

Music is our horse

We sing in the entrance

They fucked up all the neighbors

Together x2

And remember how we walked under the moon

And I don't remember

Turbid:

Bitch. Close your fucking without sound.

Listen to your text and voice for me flour

Boredom brought separation

Huynya by voice and still stinks on onions

(The sleeve is shortened, the snot does not flow, but the “Krasnodar” farmer ... here)