Loc-Dog - Ути-пути - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am called simple peace

Because the truth is I

Mom hates this music

And he prays for me to disappear.

I stick on repituations,

Paleva did not see and did not allocate,

Apparently invisible the same individuals,

And each hysterical performer ached.

You swam by zero

Fell, I know for myself

They fell how far you fell no further than that guy from the last window. It seems near the time

You said this is not my game,

But far from a long time, they gave me the way

Two at a time and you all have a pussy.

We saw your ears in the body instead of the brain, above your soul, frantic basta,

On hip-hop, not a obsessed guy, we will dilute elementary on the fingers.

Parch lightly, we are soared for centuries,

Guys that with pickets walked under me screaming

In a circle in a circle did not help them

They asked together - answered: hey people hey people hey hey, who else people move here you are protesting,

We mutate about duck-out during the time

Everything is in the bitch in the district, I am a veterinarian

I saw on the TV TV about the Terminator also about me, go to.

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 me, you protest, about the duck.

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

If he were about me, not about you,

But the moments are wrong and think about it

Elements laid out an asshole.

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 hidden bastards

It is necessary to mercilessly cut out.

Don't say stop, I'm saying a stop,

You say stop, stop, stop,

There is nothing left of you

In addition to boots and stones of not worn feet.

And this is not an attempt to throw a pile of stones at you

Especially 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 here, hands protest your hands.

Where is your place? Run there!

I'll show you your shortcomings myself

So spread their slippers of cockroaches crush

And you also need you guys.

There is one problem when everyone wants to fight with me,

Half in the ass hands half in the ass of the legs,

Half in the ass of the eyes and half in the ass fingers,

Those who remain turned out to be all their brothers