БЕРМУДСКИЙ ТРЕУГОЛЬНИК - ВАЙБА - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Piercing like a sharp needle

In this bitlo, tearing masks from faces, to put on a con, which is given, from the shadow of buildings, districts and dirty courtyards, gloomy minds, barking dogs, which is not easy to fix it, it is easy

So the lobster is already behind all our then

What happened later

Here is saturated in this concrete

Firmly firmly intertwined with this bat

As if that five -meter wild python enveloped

Thoughts boil like in a kettle where the boots

Hunes like from Himar that wild parish

Hand pierces the air like a stomach sharp blade

With a blow to the side, and fucked up a son

Wow wow brother this vaiba

You feel hungry of this dense buzz

Bermuda triangle here smoke goes to the ceiling

If the coal is rogue, you're jerking it

Bermuda Triangle Pull Buddto Cubic Rubik

We are twisting with rhymes so far from Gerain is chopping

We cut it as if an ax and a ruble is important

Someone captivates the Style of the rappers, writing down the double

My time does not go forward and

I prefer not to sniff in Mike but fucking rudely

When you do for boys, it comes out cool here

Yes, to envy someone with his lips with her lips

Dance a kid in Umat there in a nightclub

Let me dry in my mouth and my pipes burn

May I be lonely and I will not be a friend

I will make dirt on the bit even when I will be a corpse

Wow wow brother this vaiba

You feel hungry of this dense buzz

Bermuda triangle here smoke goes to the ceiling

If the coal is rogue, you're jerking it

I asked the wind how not to blow

And he intensified

I painted purchases as if

I wrote everything at night

Thought at the bottom

I tried not to bother

He drowned in the darkness

So tried to relax

That day sunk

When he stopped turning around

It seemed to see

At that time, the stake was swarming

The cigarette butt lousy my palts

How I contacted this

Rap his mother rolls his Bashaka unwinds under the bit

This is how you can think

Put the borses forget the past eepters we will meditate later

Or maybe this is all this rap

And Ganju sho will smear in an hour

It seems to be older, but it doesn't matter

It will relax so cool and talk about it all

Looking out the window on the street by passers -by fingers faces

Yaba tied with all this shit

But I can’t sleep at night without music at night