Эдгар - Бич - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Oxxxymiron: Don Lee, Volga Lee flows, Kotomka on the shoulder Pain in the chest - there is alert, outdoor with a rubbish, not the key how many miles still, the short one was not in the expense of a long dusty chess, the van is naked with the boxes with a measure of believing - subhartyt, our beds are portable MENESTLEL Two ways - a corporate party or apartment diagram of the same type, all now Mc is a change in breeding, we have reached the change of paradigm now rap - a multi-party, Batners feeding, I look in the mirror by type: "How many misfortunes are you!" I would enslave the whole rap, but all the time in the way of the industry Nervous Tik, Valokordin, Stenagardine Collect the Court, but the winners are not judged by the first Comanons, we gave out in people are not Pizdi, I put on you, a chely, five times we spell a lot, As if the jaw of Peteicanthrop chorus: My rap, if briefly about the fact that the year that is a city under the sole of the mountain when rushing, then under the mountain when I'm sick, it's not a gulliver, but still the city under the sole city under the sole, the city under the sole city Traffic lights, state dresses, fees and customs I do not know in the grotto or on the bottom of this walkway you live under the heel, I have a city under the sole of the second verse: past the poplar and ripe bread fields, where in the leading of Yesenina Krkrest Prayer, firings from the minivan I see the land, I see the sky above it, we will be overcome if not, then I do not aquar. Our land is heading loners, how the puppies were someone else's, but ocher, damage, Ilya more than the family bomb composed at night, all from the urine finished, I wanted to belong to something more than I am an empty world, even with each second, I am not a biorobot with a positive Lamb Komsomolets Hey, Raid me from your Panaca, home Paracels After all, for me to eat myself, I got a shit, Tony Stark, as a Standard of Pair of Countries, Auto Grid, Krasnodar, Tatarstan Moscow You passports, us Pasta Cracks at least MKAD on the start, at least Madagascar, you know, all chorus: my rap, if you briefly about the fact that the year who is a city under the sole of the mountain when rushing, then under the mountain when I'm sick, it's not that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole city under the sole, The city under the sole of traffic lights, state dresses, fees and customs I do not know in the grotto or on the bottom of this track you live under the heel, I have a city under the sole of the third verse: Give Silenok here, do not roll and do not break the routes, there are locations on the highway And there we are waiting for us today, Niktik not be feminine from Ruslanov in the deck of soundtracks to the journey again Fucked Saspano, again the climb laptop again Bookares, again the road, the bag behind the back is all nasupo, if the rain, the rain, cloudy Bridge in Agard, is just lucky With transport, I do each couple in a self-portrait often check by reading rap, like a speech therapist under the marathe stencil on Parapets, Logo on the wall everywhere My learning to all like Magomeda with a boughomet I'm a star, give a warm plaid and a hoodoo wipes to wipe and all the team even told me I would not go to the intelligence with him in the tour I did not go to the tour, you did not check the check, knew! Chorus: My rap, if briefly about the fact that the year who is a city under the sole of the mountain when rushing, then under the mountain when I'm sick, I am not a Gulliver, but still the city under the sole city under the sole, the city under the sole of traffic lights, state dresses , fees and customs I do not know in the grotto or on the bottom of this track you live under the heel, I have a city under the sole of ocher: what have you seen for my smile? Three years, like on the road, but we are not a snail with the world on the thread, the christening are the alert Paleolithic principle: Million in your gate I do not appreciate the cleansing of the scoundrels but is it really important to this mask person? Showing the wheel in Dali ??? And we will drag us into a dream with a shaking springs - what would it mean for you by the author less than words, dead klyach and ballast unpaid balance how to swell ??? And then the failure is not about us only barely imparting the need to collect the city on bricks, like Tetris Route, sticky, like a plaster of the tape, even if I'm tired, I will like it, for the mask imperceptibly