Соня Мармеладова - Парт-Грайм - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Lesh, you wanted battles, meat

Lesh, hurt above the text cool

A pile of rhymes and flow, but I am a plex

Pouched your dutch, my mind like a laser

Pierces Ems, what are you Lazar?

Do not resurrect in a dream

I saw Battle with me. But Battle is with me it's street Vyazov, Rap - Water Sport, Lesha Fuck from the beach, Further Gazh, Inspector Gadget

Your technique sucks threw in the trunk of these repers, about which this brazen boy is your rhymed picheboard here playing in the box, you are dragging like a pojm type, but in a rap game, you cry as banshee,

"I am not ready for this, I'm in the ring on the ring, not at all the Pondarkok, just the thong pressure"

The royal piece, there are skillings right

I am Walter and Rousseau as in Russian Grahima,

Your narrow extreme horizon on the verge

Drink your feet on your feet

my steb about you, the fight with the enemies,

You are a fucking computer, your flow lags

Cum in Milk - This cat lacques

Your records shit, as if Kopro "Greim"

So timid franger, smooth hary

if the word legion is that he presses the glasses

If Fest for Roosters - You're His Headliner

Everyone believes that you are Loch, it's "Hava Main"

My first round - nail in your coffin

My second round is a nose

My third round give a corpse in the mouth,

While Cheney does not cry in the steps

I will pussy with feet for the talent syllable

As if Zelandorf /////

There is no intellect, but the text

I'm not a formidable Ivan, but you sat down on the count

I cut down ... .., it is a hay

For you, Panhid after sang Lokos,

But you are boring and long like cyclerix

Word spb, we are essentially sect

In it, the CPSU is Russian skept

You will not digest the punch, will not help the smect

I'll ….

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Where, your feed, you make a lecturer

The smell of mouth is there a collector there,

This is a match. Pakhtakor, against Anderlecht

Andres Breivik, Run children

From Andervoter I am Anderteker

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Penetrating your pituitary gland to be in the office Raider

There are pantomarithm, godfestoms, children's injuries ...

... luggage in rusarp gods methyl

But Russian rap is under us like a submarine ...

We are in the top, Lakers, Your Houmi Fakes

Their huskies stand on my mixture

Their nikes are dead than in Beslan Children

Young and popular I Coffeji

Khaip for money

In your rape soon guf ...

When I read Hook, trembling knees,

Cort the sad fuck, are you Cho Khabensky?

My desk like hail

Is this your Afghan?

Rhymes Tankograd,

but I'm here rap god

This is my jihad,

And you still

not able to read your jokes in tact

This is a terrible feces

Sonya Giant

I came and trampled Your Russian Grahim