Ресторатор - Нет повода - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is no reason to argue with the city if the arguments are my stones under the water meaning with the shape of the guys remembered the sound sharp from the deck as a spray from the vein from a sense of treason of the lack of the topic of the other day. The minus drove in a circle, I scolded the abuse in the right hand of Backspace, I did not confuse anything, I gave flood. And my rap tusa square with Fuls, rapak plus whiskar is tasty so sad. Rap is art, my sixth feeling, my ceremonial in which someone has gripped. a burden on the path of supporters of universities, but I challenged the rap devil.

The money burned in pockets like alcohol in a glass of Mike on the verge and I was out of place like AN on the screen in the battle, not honest guys spit, I smoked a garment, already quite wounded not that you had blackened the whole flora before the rules of the round, I The whole fauna was scolded and was full and you laughed like downs of shame and somehow all this is wrong - you are looking for a loophole, and I am flat in search of your logic.

There is no reason to say that you are tied to Gasha and Gange, gunpowder plus pile of pile, white soot on every breath, I just poher, I'm Flash Royal, you are a half -aper

There is no reason to listen to your rap if without habits in the text is stupidly a hole verse for two villages style the spirit of change, you are a scoop before a knock on your door broke the usual brothel and the fluff flew out of your hand, your ears of the fan of my servants. The parallel of young bodies forced you Faster faster the motor for thoughts where I and the rap and not we will bring it to the mixture, stop fighting this business, drowning your vocals in this reason, there is no reason - there is no reason

There is no reason to be an affectionate and delicate robot, hide under a mask trunk and female laughter. My hunger will not satisfy your donat and Ronald McDonald, I will give five to a guy who does not sink with his feet in concrete. I seemed to understand that the main thing in promo is to do it directly to the bosom of the rap, but not to be a clone of this. Not blindly, but firmly collecting clusters of viciousness for rap strength and for my society it would be easier.

Or maybe there wasn’t this show with a bargaining coin, I threw 100 % turnips in a discount

And he remained naked like a pistol with Nielson, but confident that it all dreams and therefore fought there.

A result will come out through the year where rhymes, the flow, as if the current, the cue ball and the track on the stream of sample, the motor and after at least the flood will say that my false album smells, but at the same time each of my volumes is tied with a bow. All Origato, I am the guys ready for paired ones Ogs to repay your honor and conscience, but whether it will be a good thing, I listened to your rap and cut my ears like Van Gogh, change my flank, because the one who feeds the people rightly right.

I lost the reason to throw my net into the pool, put on the sky a clamp, watch how life is buried. It seems to Haron will not have enough strength, on board to ask me to step with one foot. It’s time for me to play for the song of life because I will continue to look at the world through the prism and to sing. Not to talk about a third of the fact that it is time to wipe for these mouths and ears you already need a collar. And my tracks will be in the subject where the underground worms devour my young body, Underground shown in the case, and I am lost as in the forest but I stand behind a tree.

I am scared by very burdened lines and a hoarse voice- it is certainly on purpose that you are jerking off the Russian rap. Your style has long been familiar with handwriting, but I will hint that I will cross out your xerox and go to hell

I re-read your text, Felicita, the flight from realities, you don’t get a couple, but I'm not reading, your track is poverty, you will die from the shield, you don’t calculate it now it's time to pay the bills. There is no style here and there - The mainstream goes on the heels, tell the dad there that you are in the captain, the tracks are under PUMP It Up, the bit he wrote, did not go further in the battles, but when you ran your ass shone like a crystal and I put you with cancer.