Рома Шпион - андерграунд и я - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yow Roma Spy came to fuck you in the anus,

wind up on a mustache

I have been in this party for a long time,

Let's tell you what are your days in the gynecology courses,

I will tear these laudable beads from you,

It’s not strange whether it is true - my muse is a guy,

After so many liters of alcohol,

At the concert, in response to the crowd, I shake my hand, move my body to Freestyle of the Cell, drunk,

which in the evening is fucked by everything anal

On the street, of course, it is cool, the lightning movement continues in proportion to,

I drank port of the expiration date of the endless, the campaign should be darkened this weekend,

In order not to be descended, and go again with an acidic swarm to this strange city,

where the campaign of drunks do not like dangled,

Again in the ears in these moans, which are asked to break underwear underground,

And I, as Ivan Dorn, go up to the 5th floor of naked, I think that behind my backs were formed, although we have democracy,

But the freedom of words is constrained

Mobile phones can be traced somewhat gondons,

I don't know why but it's cool

Under the spikes, hang under the tie in the car exactly, the trunk is opening and there are multi -caliber cartridges,

The participle in the previous line is broken, like a door at your house,

and long -frozen keys to the intercom,

ask a neighbor from the 1st floor to open the way to me,

Thanks to the kid approved my stuff Ander,

I will put him in a dick, I will ask but is it necessary?

although he probably had a chick, from dense overdose,

I thought to hide the whole truth from Pozners’s cops, who fucked in the grooms,

Probably already a big I am waiting for my jacket of a groan, I thought to piss all your purchases, but the bailiffs nagged under the pony