CRAM SQUAD - Скальпель - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hey Beach, Wake Up! Scrambl against Gang, where Game, Karl, the law of the genre. I am Teknain and taiga

You are down, old, but a start is given, and there is no chance to catch up with us, I took out the text, by the way,

Cram did not eat meat in the morning

Realize that the bottom is my St.

Hesoyam is your code for battles

KIS in a row, I am your personal dad, because

Krasnoyarsk is a stronghold of hell

Ay, heart in tin density

Ay, my brother drinks you equally

FIU FIU FIU

Bullets fly into your empty head,

Take care of the cabin, fight, we will change the head like grinder

Only “My God” yells

Mentally threw the variki how to separate us all here, bitch, who not?

Fuck Fonk, Trapp or Grime, I do not play with you these games, on any bit like God

Go Home Masafaka, and leave only the bong

Ratatata I save hip-hop

We do what we want and fuck us

To what you say, a child of the Internet

What is the nicknames of the suckers?

Old Sabotage, sounds like a bartl berserker

Oh shield, who are you type, not dead

You are one of the crowd that fell silent when we went to the ring

Your Bay asked me not to be so rude

I broke it with cancer, now runs like Naruto

Fagot, listen, my weight is not superfluous

I will fuck all your bitches, on a dick

I wrap the intestines

If you have not seen how to throw a reserve for Riddim, you buy it, Masafaka, we are ahead, and it’s far from being in the Concept, your style is mediocre (e)

Floo without errors dissects like a scalpel

Floo without errors dissects like a scalpel

Made an incision, and your pulse already froze

Floo without errors dissects ka

Cram is an abnormal one hundred percent

We gave our rave as if from a concert

Bay, they discarded all this hat

And walked while the target is visible

For hundreds of days we’ll get the rap,

While on the feet, this is a bitch marathon

Caravan of people, drowning for those

Who gave them energy to the microphone

Fireman is burning everyone as a blat blat

Only my team fucks here

Hut up to you what the fuck batter

You are born to fall on my dick

Bitch shut up until it's too late

We got out of the place under the sun

For the sake of killing such nonsense

You are a battleship, I'm an artist, it's still just

No matter the number of punch on the battles

And how many times you will break a reloo here

Energy is more important, what is behind the words

And with what passion you fuck a voice