пиздос - Дис1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Not curably sick, a slave of loneliness! Firmly chained by chains to his work,

Not for the sake of Denyag, ethers, radioratations! Submissions of emotions, so that the pliers are swords!

Here Istenburg and Harling are with you! Harm, but from the heart! We are not on the mutts, but so hap it,

What grows in the throat! Drill the sound, bring your tongue to the knot! But do not sing about us, you don’t know the loser!

This rappy smolders, but soon it fucks! As severe, like buns for a very long time!

Manapol Brause! Swear your head to the beat you will understand everything at once!

Through the proven-bite bits! I write for myself, for my own, and fuck on the elite!

On balabols and PR on Disa and respect! I just write that I had accumulated leaving a trace in music!

We can’t stand the pause, fingering here! Free underground completes the lynching!

It’s not the point, the essence in the morning is swinging your huts! This is the right choice and the truth is so necessary!

On the ramps and hundreds of kilometers, without a fair wind, we carry rap Ratro!

Poploro pool is settling in the mind! The lines are puzzles, we are here to make meat!

Just follow me, I will show the route, show what is capable of!

If you play this, you are not mistaken in your DEK, you are one hundred percent right!

Hear the street accent, there are no vertes! On the ass, there is no angry angry like Cerberus!

You take care with a margin! We give for free! Dirty will hook you through a sound fee!