Слава КПСС - Грайм Черемуха - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Someone here are fucked by grahm, someone fucking? This is Sonya, Sonya, fucking! Grahim cherry. Grahim cherry. Grahim cherry here. They pussy about Greim, but I, like a Grey Dagger, I will become a cumier of your, as if I am grahi Light. I put a copywriter on the corpses, I'm not Walter White. But My Flea Sinimet, Floau Blue Mega Mega Drive. This is byte, bytes, byte, so give me Mike. FAYT, FAYT, FAYT, Like Fight, Knight Fife. We are so ruffles even Life, it is so fucking even a buzz, put a husky, like, like, they pouley herbralif. My phrases are golden, my release Klondike. I read in Latin, Felix Cult Pascal. Communication of the idol of Dolbayubov, I sent your sprite, I embroider your brains like a strike strike. I am with a bit for century like Bonnie, Clyde. I do not hint at nothing, but the HIGE will die. I'm stronger from the beer, I'm a little bit, I will pull out my Pararabel, they bitch, Clak-Clack. Own body chalk, this is my Street Art. You are behind the edges of the Delaware, I doubt the Cardigar. What you will try to carrawle if Sonya Captain. I dwell on the whole of Russia, so that Loch is not Levetan. Russian Kok is not trash, he betrayed our clan. * Oxy is God !! 1! * I'm talking to your temple. I fly like Shakram to this rap Zashkvar, increasing the speed as if the Da-car's track. Chorus: This is a hellish passage, here I am Satan himself. And your Bladsky passion on the British flag. I will tear, tear, fight, you like gentle May. This is Heit, Heit, Heit. This is Haip, Haip, Haip! This is a hellish passage, here I am Satan himself. And your Bladsky passion on the British flag. I will tear, tear, fight, you like gentle May. This is Heit, Heit, Heit. This is Haip, Haip, Haip! Not chorus: This is a Yaban world, and I am naked Amir. Every day the victims bring us a feast. Virgins as if a naked Gambit. Hover Tresu, shout a dressing gown. I'm here king, I'm here Khan. I saw my batyer fuck her mother. On the rhymes and Panchah my Like Laikal. Hayter fucking barking husky. And we are kaifuh, sit on the Internet. Renat Sibagatulin, our tracks on deck. Spinning on the repeat, spyzdili passwords. Your Iyi to the aunt Ole. Beautiful Olya and now our. On my ear of her girlfriend Oksana. Forcing them to sing the challue melodies, madness, some sink pizdato. With us a lot of little, Babi Larzhina, Zhanna Friska, Fit, Roxana Babayan, I will write down the album and go to the tour, Igor Sori will be on the dancer. Legends of gram 20 years later. A suitcase, tan, brings better skepta, going to the concert and hugging in Debrist. Chorus: This is a hellish passage, here I am Satan himself. And your Bladsky passion on the British flag. I will tear, tear, fight, you like gentle May. This is Heit, Heit, Heit. This is Haip, Haip, Haip! This is a hellish passage, here I am Satan himself. And your Bladsky passion on the British flag. I will tear, tear, fight, you like gentle May. This is Heit, Heit, Heit. This is Haip, Haip, Haip!