СамиRa x KseroN x BiggyMode - Final diss - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Samira:

Now about the disits ... forget about demogegia,

I would have passed under the noise, if the demon has legs,

And the judges are waiting for Auchan, they say, with a bit of different styles,

But enough that Drishche and Baba were placed in the final.

My insanity is an idyll and chains of words without clang

And your mother was so often glued that it was viscous.

refutes the utopia, they say, everything is from Paradise,

And 40 V/dry in/drive, like Moses Israelites.

Friendly, you will burn it like that (after all, my deaf is mastered),

So she cleans the ash during fisting.

You are not Columbus, because you will not open the mainland of the mainland,

Without a predatory record, (like men to your mother)

I give out the first teak of the crust,

But you do not like screams because you have grown in the ora,

Therefore, bored as if Ophelia,

But do not hide the complexes behind arrogance ...

You were in the finale an uninvited guest

And let no one post my tracks,

But I did not turn to the Hosting guru,

After all, this is a dry benefit, like the skin of Kostin.

Where to drain the battle? You are a sweet, caramel through the veins,

And in me from the tragedies only melpomen.

Bandi about that they will be dried, as if he was yelling,

Although I am not inferior to fat, but "Full forward!"

Samira (chorus):

To the victory on the fly, the nose here,

Jesp the cock, rooster, ligaments, I will weave in a chain of notes,

My step and this is not a timekeep.

Kseron (chorus):

Bringing all of them death is a bomb,

But he just gave a chance to relax,

How did you write the text on your Galim track, you know,

This is your finale.

Biggymode:

Bandi! You see in it the bosom of the excitement, he is a vile prose writer and a loafer, and he fucks himself ...

The envy stuffed with waves, the "modest kid", he would have to get a quota!

And you are in the ninth of the Small Visit, called the king? So close it, you fell on the field, I will stuff with the present until the battles explodes here, hey!

You hear, you have problems with rhythm, timing, asked you to help you: “Biggi, they say, give me a kick!” ...

And I hinted once if a non -pushing vegetable is in the rap for centuries ...

Leps doesn’t stick to your dad, and your mother hollows gunpowder, bitch, about forty years old, but his son surpassed everyone with a gust, he is inactive and seller of sneakers!

And Kostya grinds his teeth, his formidable style is excuses ...

Me and your ma? Love still all ages are subject!

So with you all the beef will take a couple of seconds,

Here are the best, but second -rate you, as if at Segund'e Loch!

Your Fither with a spinker ... and what did you get there about, moose?

All the bitches flowed, well, and what did it result in?

And I'm not a walk from a timid dozen, since the target is easy, Bukin,

In Batle I am a confectioner, Bandi hurts ... spread the rolls!

Samira (chorus):

To the victory on the fly, the nose here,

Jesp the cock, rooster, ligaments, I will weave in a chain of notes,

My step and this is not a timekeep.

Kseron (chorus):

Bringing all of them death is a bomb,

But he just gave a chance to relax,

How did you write the text on your Galim track, you know,

This is your finale.