Lawanda - Ненависть - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Chorus:

No. This meeting is nothing for a tornado and storm. Forever on foot to death. And your scream means you cry at home - to be defeated again.

Truck:

What you just do not do, blood is my topic. A show for children is an open coffin with your body. If you, Chick, Miger or a kind fairy, but my pont on the bat is a fire of Prometheus.

However, this is the norm, because you are completely zero. And then you want to smoke from these panche. But you want, like lavender, if you reserve a wet trace as a snail as evidence.

True, alas, small - I once killed talent, but, however, the fate of the radar left me two choices: if necessary, fucking will and do not need to swear the sheets, if necessary, go labay, so that Kikimora would go.

Yes, I, creatures, can make a brew Good from caricatures. The flame is around, and you are paired, girlfriend - Gori in hell. It is a pity this chicken will be in a panic, start to show off with dick and eggs here. Bitch, I can't.

From the memoirs: everyone called you to a mass of regalia, but you were fucking, I play dangerously, and there is water around me, as if I am an islander.

I analyze, ladies, you are on the details, because I will start to bathe here with the elderly. You are sustained, of you there is no mathematician. I lower your hip-hap into the denominator.

It is clearly visible who is God in the rhymes. Do you want to run away from here? Here is a column. This is only IMHO, like in porn Irka, because the mouth burns like a liter from vodka.

I say as it is, Khabalka, you are without talent, you without a team climbed to bathe, but you did not expect that instead of laurels there was lavender.

Look, pussy, I am the lord of evil. My reputation Style takes off from Ira Skalp. Parted the path to the final? Stop it, stand on the pedestal of a chance - one of a hundred.

But not yours, bitch, far away. It's time to bring down, and do not sing, bunch, on cue ball. While one fucking sound to the monitor I gave, and now Noah, the bitch, as a result, hate.

There was a bunch of guesses, but that I threw it on the round, it immediately became fun for you, but with resentment for the woman, honestly, you wouldn’t take it out, score steamed, instead of boring punch on the bits about Sofia Rotaru.

Yes, I know that the women on Battle have a lot of privileges, but I put you so that you get your legs barely. Then I will read, all this understood now, and I sew my lips to you no longer sang.

Chorus:

No. This meeting is nothing for a tornado and storm. Forever on foot to death. And your scream means you cry at home - to be defeated again.