BenZZapa feat Сибиряк - Дар индиго - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am an engineer of my business, without any clear schemes, I can create the topic to be blindly clear, that's a dumb, although there is no voice, weight is a lot of friends, that I fuck the brains,

Let's bit the corpse, well, or let's type bit here,

Such with me steep, we do not make sucks here, curves on dick with harness, and I will change my hand

Type did not do so anyone, what are you like?

False voice dug, yes with his black mouth,

I decided to remove the questions. The kents would send everyone, away your mother, the deflection to break them,

Poland Schizdim, I will take the money, the virgins will now ask them, they feed them ..

Not a mild ruble, micro now swell, hush and jerk, firing in his mouth ...

Navitrazhi lay out the disks, laying neither, to put bowls to all of them, let the repack be baked,

Let him dare and so learn how to get a tower, all of them best benefits,

And so and the shaft of the dermal of the mouth, when the ambassador says to me,

And this start was given a shot, I was not late, I will not first, not at the end, and this is also a gift,

The hospitals in advance of the tasket everything after reading, the decision was composed, so much chitia,

And who considers how to roll Pitov this repack, chase them from life like from the courtyard of a mongrel,

Did not work the factory, director of the mansion, but I was under my feet pile

I switched to the edge of the flying Matte Mattela, where from the lesson in the lesson, learn how to survive people with Gnidov,

Knocking about the edges of a glass, the words staging, I will be ridiculous, I'm not the first, I don't want to be

Keep your style layers, not my standard, throw you a kid in rot, and you will rot,

The people need a sample, so I will be wildly, the cutter will damage the sample, and the bit charges rhyme,

Do not harness cheated, I just born the gift of indigo, no need to conscience, here the cry charged his biff.

And who believed that the rap shame on the street of patients, here every third addict, well, or just psycho,

Charge the floor of the climate of Duri, the patron stroking, unreshable you are not a kid, in the rope there is no prospects,

The arrow is aimed at failure, it is not necessary here, I stood for many years in the convoy of the turnip so disturbing,

And nafig came to judge the nevent of the results, they are barely carry like Padal, carrying their feet,

War will start exactly when I died, through my corpse will be overcome, and all remember Hohma,

But while I'm here, you can eat or hurry, because few sages such that will open the downstream,