Loc - Dok - Ути-Пути - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am called simple peace because the truth is, my mother hates this music and prays to make me disappear. I stick on repituations, I did not see and did not allocate Palev, apparently invisibly the same individuals, and each hysterical performer ached. You swam around zeros, fell, I know, you yourself fell how far you fell no further than that guy from the last window. It seems not far in time you said this is not my game, but far from a far from, you gave me a way for two times and you all have a pussy. We saw your ears in the body instead of the brain, above your soul, a frantic basta, at hip-hop not a hung guy, we will dilute elementary on the fingers. We get lightly, we get soared for centuries, the guys who walked under me shouting in my hand in a circle did not help them in a circle - answered: hey people hey people hey, who are still people move after me, we will protest about ducks. In times, everything is in the bitch in the district, I saw a veterinarian on a TV TV TV about a terminator, too about me, go on. There is one problem when everyone wants to fight with me half of the disabled, half of the fagots, finally call me to your pati people, move after me, you protest, about the Ut-Kity. Because you cannot protest, because you cannot put yourself if I throw your girl on the bed, you will think how I can insert her. This track would be a pure representative he would be about me, and not about you, but the moments of the decomposed asshole is wrong and think about it. You see the facts, the facts also see you, tell me about how you did not do what you did inadvertently yesterday. I do not spit on your souls late, I just open your eyes and bullets of tucked bastards must be mercilessly cut out. Do not say stop, I'm saying Stop, you say stop, stop, stop, you have nothing left to have nothing but shoes and stones of not worn feet. And this is not an attempt to throw a pile of stones at you all the more not Biff, I killed you with one blow and you are buried under this motive: hey people hey people hey, who else people raise their hands, hands protesting your hands. Where is your place? Run there! I’ll show you your shortcomings myself, so they spread my slippers of cockroaches and you also need you guys. There is one problem when everyone wants to fight with me, half in the ass of the hands half in the ass legs, half in the ass of the eyes and half in the ass fingers, those who remained all their brothers