GTJ - demmo beat наживое ножевое - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"They call themselves the topic

not with them, but you have a problem

Black blood flowing through the veins

How many people on the dance floor under the hairdryer

fuck what will lead to problems

Who treated and whose fault

She already has a foam on her lips

There is a point from the car

There is a hunger vein in the trash

there is also a half -kilogram shit

This girl already has foam on the lips

we will have a cocker? The price is a problem?

in the toilet in a leather microphone sang

A couple of roads to the dance floor flew "

We are living dead we are doing a password you are living dead do not forget to take control, we are living dead in the night, are you living dead? In darkness and shout

how a thick pancake is buying things

a heater who "just" walks with him

and you can see from the window like from cars

They sell legal phenamine

In the trash of tinted windows

Tsiviks, Skylikov and Devyatin

I will describe you the characteristics of these machines

In pharmacies, the demand for Glick and Codein fell

Fisherous knife

I got to the Max Club theme

Found a settie in a hairdryer

And the topic

My appearance quickly led to gaps

Lust of thirty -year -old freaks pressing against the walls

If Musara knocks on the door

Do not rush to open the door at once

You can accidentally get it

deprivation of "freedom" infection

Have you seen these corns, these aviarys built for us?

And you can still say that Putin is not fagot

What kind of fucked laws?

jwh is the heroin ..

We will stir up a rebellion on the ship,

And you know what, we will win!

on this ship, for a long time, the deck was rotten

And in barrels with food alone rats, still alive eat the dead.

This country is essentially many brave graves

who has non -terrified these are more obscure in the power of Tolstoy

And they call this proud word freedom.

here most here, move while moving

What freedom does our fashion show

Think for yourself, because you only hope for luck

Think about the idea that your freedom is your freedom

she is essentially not yours, she is a draw

Do you know who is driving this crust?

the campaign himself Flying Dutchman, fucking

a little more, and his boss will come from underwater depths

To finally resolve the issue with this "freedom".

So that now everything is without Naebalov,

slaves were called slaves, not janitors or managers

owners, not directors and businessmen

So that from birth to everyone on their feet - shackles.

Let them get used to from childhood

Girls are slightly freer, for coquetry.