kovsh beats - РО ЧЭ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My people are with me, this is more than half the age. I will not let them fall or powder their nose with a dirty chalk. Do not powder my brains, son, I’m too old to play games, hear how you scratched, as if there are only fagots around and there’s no truth, but you have a virtue - a shelter, and all the others are either surrendering or giving up, and there are no surrenders The truth is nowhere, and you have a virtue - a shelter, and all the others around either surrender or surrender. This is more than rap, you know what I mean. In your head is nonsense - there is nothing to do with me. This product cannot be bought, fucking ladies. Thought we will go to the mainstream? BRAN, do not laugh. Breathe exactly, smoke a lot, stealing clearly, so that it was taken out, like a closed test from the sharaha. We are all blocked here, but did not take off the roof. To be honest, it’s a pity that everything turned out like that, but you write, if cho, and we read more and more.

From what we breathe, a percent of 30 smoke, because this world looks somehow crooked, behave playfully, do not aggress you for every fag, save your nerves. He left no choice - then you fuck the first. Maybe you are not a hero, but if you don’t have a meeger, no matter what faith you are, but still believe me - you will regret the lost time and not regain confidence, the doors are already closed there, I ask you to be a plant, from you, from you There is no shadow left. Old topics have already been forgotten, they have changed problems, we are all dumb in this system, but we will do it by all forces so that they don’t eat with giblets, there is no fun with enemies, you are rich in the fact that you yourself sowed. People are all in all its glory, and you have a fog inside your fog, and I flew in my left lane towards you, maybe it was in a dream, but I will answer - it is sincerely, time is treating, but not fast, those who fly low. Laughter from sadness is close, the light is turned off where it was dark too much and even from the tower it is not visible, as if the lids were closed, as if it were ashamed, maybe you were finge, which you couldn’t say in appearance, but please do not scrone on your own retinue, But please, do not snort on your own retinue.

It is interesting how, behind the balcony on the protrusions, I will not recognize, but I will wake up again not sleepy, and my album will not remain unrelated, this is the main thing, I devote the songs to the chosen ones. This is every person with a capital letter, Wutonn will support me, as well as Roy Che. My passport is a luggage check, the homeland is a planet, and if I say “Che”, then wait for a verse in any way, it will not be and will not be different, and outside the window under the snow, cars around the house, in Moscow winter, it is unfamiliar to me, I am unfamiliar. And the brain assimilates new laws: remember who your family is, where, your land, where only there you can shine with all your soul, for the rest - what is no longer needed outside, and friendship will help from loneliness. And only she.

Those old songs were inspired by the old ones, where it began, you remember what we eventually became, as a result, we live in different values, it comes out, and earlier the goal was one or something like that. I can’t teach you, but you yourself made a choice, you don’t need to fuck back if you have fallen from the system, so value your people, brother stands for your brother, and rats will come off the ship, smelling something wrong. There are things, they will not bazaar about them, they are already clear, and there are actions that stain the soul with dirty spots. I value past, but time steps on the heels, time goes like it went, but not to turn into the return. It’s just a shame that people have become empty places, well, what else can you tell you, I spread my hands.