Dixi - Моя правда - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My truth…

Let him be lucky who started all this, the muscle of all the swing in the pack, the boy clicks with his finger for good luck so that the music sounds in his car, the performer was poisoned and growled, the punch,

Now, what is the case for what, is it not confused whether it gives vigor or jerk in the morning, with a new handwriting, Dixon falls to the point, where Mike Mix is ​​already blacker than the night, what this one is not very, this one does not insert me Hound, green spoiled, after a threefold, black sip, concrete kidneys, hip-hap is written at night ...

What do you want, well, tell me to divide, sweetly, dear, without pathos and lies, already dull biting bites in the rapper shows ... And I waved it in Screm, a chimmer of a bunch of lies ...

My truth, not clumsy like art, your bitch is stupid, pray for my brother,

I will interfere with Rap, with the shit Black Arta, Dixon in the answer for those who once mutated with him ...