ЧЭ и РО - чужая корона - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Caps are not with a straight visor, the pants are not wide, from the banks of the banks of the river we let the wigs, the head of the heads under zero, not patho, we do not wear wigs and not the sons of rich dads, assembly of tracks to the folder, trash on the paw, we contribute to plasticine from plasticine who will not bring bills of cutlets, in the summer the eyes are red as a ruby, chop like a rubbish chip, love smoke, pon through a pipette, Che Muskow Dream Tim, Salam Zagi Bock, Economics Temporars of your speakers, place of residence Moscow Gorodok, if you are expensive, this is not City of roads, do not stumble this morgue threshold, at a fun on weekend, leaves the crooked lines of Yura under the smoke, wraps up the enemies, our autographs are knocked out on the walls with a wedge, which are harmless from the clinic, the fences of the station in the fuel oil, in the vowzer pocket, the shores of the rhymes Nitrogen oxide will destroy, we are stokers, we love the stoker and sculpt the MAZ in your spot, the black lifstail economy as a drug, did not bury deeper, the classic of gourmets, a flight and aquamine-synome

Coordination and thinking are impaired

, the desire for an unhealthy movement is doubtful of our generation, you already realized that we fuck on someone else's opinion

We undermine the economy and influence market relations

, and without any doubt, we spoil the state property

, we can’t take the zeal to this,

suck mushroom if you call our rapper singing

, I dress the words on the bit like a fat capchik on Balton premium

, I have a Nike T -shirt of the size of the medium,

On the shoulder of the tattoo under the hood 2.8 in the pocket of the hard shelf

from which there is almost no back

, it's like a terminator and self -propelled

Previously considered a plan for matchboxes

, now there is always a scan at the side

, tears his head, especially if you smoke a Russian bong

, dick on the forehead crowds respect for our crowds

, especially those who are under Liser and Throw,

Those who are against choke the words later

Fuck with rhyme juice,

bend with cancer

Send an asshole

it is better than being our enemy

with each step in the other direction

, it will be difficult for you like a white crow

even if you yourself dressed the crown

, the black economy will remove it and share it equally

I used to not steam with the rhyme as a result in my pocket of their packs, and I smoke Maaaaaan's most delicious splif, the frequencies will download how the stallion on the jumps, the violins sniffed under my tracks, the hap is dripping with lines on the sheets, our self -fuel records are fucked up lightly In your player and on Pisi, from all of Russia from our town from the end to the end of the other, to give my hand my hand holds the microo and no fuck the arbiter whistle is unable to stop the black-economic movements without deviations and minjuhi in your ears our blown muzons, fuck On all laws, our rhymes are fed by bits, set our unfiltered staphs, and if you are the Black-Economic Mafia from the face of the earth of the Sabafit, but in general we are good, delve into my nasal sections

And this is the sound that rushing you, let's forget about the past and look forward and here the fuck people are the opposite, right now it would be somewhere yes to the resort, and I let the trigger into those who are against the ariet, verbal somersault and he will blow up, I do not Proof but the shit hip-hop revolution, this is the first lesson and it will not fuck me, read the dubby backwards, it turns out the outskirts of any ibut, and the years are a proven spirit, and I am sure such a flame dull, you do not chat, the main thing either in classmates or VKontakte, according to the classic cross, we note on the map on the map, and wait for us to visit our hut, but in general we don’t want a bad one, we are where we are high -rise buildings, we are where the smoke is full of picture, its beauty, black The economy falls asleep in lines with gold, with a magician Mesr and Shulyai Rwanina under the crust, we fry the chicken on grill, the words are priceless so that we do not speak, especially half of the way we smoke

Marcia and Rowing Fuck