Самый крутой рэп про школу - Школа белочка танцует - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In these four walls, I am now alone, and a liquid paraffin is dripping on the table, the candle is burning illuminating these dark wallpapers, and I look at the photos, in the head of the story. Flowing the blue pen of our pens, our girls click the tasks like seeds, and the boys at that time lead The bazaar “what do you remember from the bridge fell?” “Well, you are chasing the lus?” “I’m telling the truth, go better we smoke, I will treat!”. Girls with a feast again in the dining room use buns, and we chew the burns!