Матёрый у микрофона - Китайский рынок - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It is necessary to buy something to go to the Chinese market, and so cute with it, Vita throw off that misfortune with whom you dreamed, those fables merging to be reborn. The gun or petal is not important here. I wouldn’t advise you to fuck, the cattle is enough and so, feeding anger, you won’t find them and even troubles out where is the green and where the blue hall is. It’s not even in the know who showed you this right now, because in the eyes of a dick you will pour them as if looking for a spruce in the forest with a filled fir. You still have to fuck my brother, even in the cabin of the skin, you knock down passers -by. Chichi bought a decide to check a couple of boutiques, passed the Linza Zhighi Zhigoy, then he didn’t find it. He had long passed the century of honest Chinese with his conscience, he will fuck you, leaving you with the open cavity, he was parallel to where you came from, at least fucking from Pytha, even the fucking fucking Stas Piekha, for him it is not an obstacle to circle around the finger, it is like for a huckster to sell Spice grams. As they say, the whole world was created by God, the rest was made in China, starting with the socks ending with various technologies and with them a truly like I am sweet. It seems to have come to buy a sweater with crosses, this faddon skimp on that at home they defeated the questions where all the loot was earned in a month, sometimes they are already being bored, we take the shelf and weigh the grams. This place is going much better not to wake, you look young - soar, immediately kill yourself.

Here the whole point is to sell the product, in fact, fuck that it is a carrion or fruit, they defeated your hands not enough to dismiss. He came with a salary - left without, you yourself are to blame. I am sure there are people with wider eyes to stop parading in which they lived here