Jazzy Ponika - Сгорая дотла - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You can throw me in the back - a couple of stones,

But not no, when fate throws you - in a couple to me,

Then let's see if yours are successful - numbers, brother,

After all, Vova can betray you - twenty -two,

How I was betrayed by ambition, here people go out,

After all, there are no those who do not pour dirt behind their backs,

From you, one protection is in your ears,

We survive on the ground, but they take the living on the top,

And all that the generation can throw show -off,

Cheap mindset, promises a blow under the breath,

Life taught never to ask for help,

And if you are not afloat, then the drowning

There are no two ways, I feel not important how,

For all sins, fate will fuck us once, a fact!

Right now, without talent, you can buy success for the slander,

With such we are not at the same time, I fucked you all!

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My enemy is poisoned. Dece

I will give a brother to you, you will hide fear.

On this path, do not fulfill the norm

You will be an evil motive, a career will shorten, bitch

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Now I hear at night, this miners are dodging,

I would put a dick on you, but I have a nervous breakdown,

Young people are still used to measuring their pussy,

But the very first here will remain forever mediocrity

And I have my own corners, but from the bottom of my heart,

And even being chained, I would strangle you

My rap on Battle is like a terror,

Trauma to the cranial box, now what to do with "error"

It is very unusual, the dog is constrained on the paw,

Tortures good luck in the role of a comedian, and La Peskov - she,

You thought it was my failure, but I took out ace

And by the way, I did not even snoop out,

You call me a fashionable type, or what's there?

But I will not give my passage to the amateurs,

You are doomed as in a casino here stupidly burn out,

After all, everyone knows how to print texts under a rotten stencil.

I stand for a forcibly your work, I'm sorry, I will take revenge

And whoever imagines what, "axis" is not your Perun,

You build your coolness like a brick wall,

However, in reality you look like a typical bitch,

And to win, for evil - everywhere is lucky like that

Cats are not offended, for them a muscle is still a disease,

Volodya Rip, there is nothing bad to say about him, but, but

No matter how hard I try, the favorite of the evening, he!

You are deaf and him, neither hearing nor the voice, yes, ah m sorri,

Only your hands to help, and you wipe you to the corns,

There are many people like you here, MCs of ill -bred,

Battle, let not baseball, but I would crush you with bits,

Show the lines naked and tell me who are you, singer?

You will go from this battles, swallowing a dense dick,

Your text is outside the message, by the way, rather water,

For this, it is simply obliged, Vova burn to the ground.