Букер Д. Фред - Versus BPM - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Boker Tecket:

1 round.

Yeya, Antihape, soak here, real, not dangled.

Reposts are correct, likes ... likes ...

Fucking, I like it, hah)

Smoke - old dick.

Hey grandfather, wait a minute, you flew into the wrong slut, went out to bathe on the bats - and immediately hide under the bunks.

In a nutshell: "You are a petushar."

In three words: "Like, you are a petoussra."

If you want a battle, but you dreamed of Hovan as if Shava.

Do you write on Twitter, write disys? Do you want a bifa?

You hear, fagot, the old man needs to give the medal for the fact that he could get

I come to fuck grandfathers publicly in the house of the worried.

When you are afraid of the battleship, and your face, and your face, as if you want money to be given.

A pensioner, relax, drink a seagull with raspberries, you are wheezing like a motorcycle that you touched a quarrel.

I take out the blade from the fat, like King Arthur-Khokhol, you saw you jerking off in the video where the pharaoh fumbled.

I wanted to sit on the throne, but in the end I sat on the stake, you can boast of a victory, but you can’t have a sap.

And fuck the rhymes and a joke, Zay, and fuck if the people from the hall de-de de de de-de-de-de-de-de, nothing is clear, but it’s better to be better.

And fuck the rhymes and a joke, Zay, and fuck if the people from the hall de-de de de de-de-de-de-de-de, nothing is clear, but it’s better to be better.

2 round.

Deceiver

Your backwaters

Smell, your backwaters. Subtract, your backwaters.

YAU, TFR.

Your backwaters, hip-hop collector, why did you believe that hip-hop king? I was looking for hip-hop, there is no hip-hop.

Staring text? Hip-hop crippy.

You are with me in an anti -Hip, but in the family not without sharing.

Your heart will get up if you read it like that, not from the castle to the castle, from ass to mouth, 8 years old on the insinuity of you fucks my Floo.

I plant on a bark, like children on a carousel.

Your texts are published in the magazines "Tele-7".

Hey, hear, fag.

You wheezed at the bats, they fell ill with AIDS.

They write in the comments: "Fuck a booker", you know why you are interested?

They write in the comments: "Fuck the Boker" to soak always know your place.

To tear their own so that strangers are afraid, I do it as a professional, the Dud will ask you: "What have you earned in the rappa?"

You will show him your punched anal.

Battle to then fit, I call you Rickey F.

But, hear, grandfather, I take out my trunk, and I will remove you from two notes: "re," before. "

TRRR, round.

3 round.

Yey, Prrrr.

My face is like a boule-dog dog, your face is like a broth with shit.

I'm in the area, I'm with a jamb, you are such a Homic that shit with dick.

Oh-oh-oh, you tickle my cock with a beard.

You are Russian? No need to fill in, you are not an anti-Hip, I'm anti-hut here.

You’ll fuck on karma, it is extremely funny.

You will fuck up on everyone, but before you throw a scream.

Then I will slowly read, fucked a turator at 140, even a shabby schoolboy can do this.

Okay, just kidding, you can’t, my rap through the veins, (button accordion ??) into the air.

I am Venom, like Montana Brizi, you are more feminine than Mozi Montana.

(Porpourd ??), Yegor Creed - Boy, Fear the Bones not in height, dog.

Your clip is a boss, this is a battle with the final boss.

He fucked me as if stones in sneakers.

MS? You have never been to them ...

The old Bita listened from the patterphone, but you are wheezing like the mother of Abrala.

The world is against me, I'm right.

You loved to jerk off in the corners, smoke, play, masturbate on the side.

Punch like Kuro's mother in the head.

Smell, I hear the old useless, fuck here at everyone, like a grandmother at the entrance.

It’s like a grandmother at the entrance, a fucking grandfather to get to Batle, you ask Yana to a number.

My lines pissed you from head to toe, they don’t even find drugs in your ass.

You thought you were cool, like a fucking battles.

But you need a translator, such as Dora Povadyr.

He gathered Tusa, like Putin Nulevs, I say purely in fact, I kill my grandfather on the bits, because he rewrote his hut on me.

Brrrr-a.

Yau.

I immediately apologize for the mistakes, I am not with Russia, and I never taught Russian.

I hope I wrote everything correctly, all the booker (fuck).

Gee.