LawanDa Часть 2 - Fuck them - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I have old sneakers. But how, burdock, in my homemade booth, all your producing boom shoes?

They repeat: they got into the head of the demon. Fuck, for new songs I need micro and cubes five. Everything is quite old -fashioned here

But on the record, the membrane again volunteered, like a frying pan. It sparkles near us, as if Kratos ran, after us drink alcohol - as if lowering a degree. We have all the texts clogged with obscenities, nits are rash,

What the mother will punish, and you have to eat all the songs. After all, we are in our mouths, we are in our mouths, we insert x - into our mouths, this is Zae - rus. We are not one of those who are looking for mercy on the network, to wait until some kind of pidor puts three of ten. And while we burn, like a ramp or a jellyfish, you will remain cretins without smell and taste.

Chorus 2x verse: I have seen your fashion to hiccups. What did you do in Hip Hope in your years, huetplets? I see mine in the eyes whose symbol is a fire, and you can leave here yourself, like a young MS. Black culture? I turned on the pepper of blacks

And he focused on the Russian rapper, like Xavier in Cerebro. They tell me that diligo is stupid, yes. But my battles rap is not a crisis, this is a dick in the larynx. Fuck, sucker on Bitlo, that I have a soft forehead, I will say anything about your mother if I am Hilon.

There are no algorithms here, but imagine a batch: you will be reduced when I release a fraction and put a cross. But it is clear to everyone: I am only part of the fun, rumors from the southern walls on the very north and after death, as we arrange the links, people will not sleep Saturday, just to wait for Sunday.