MickeyMouse - Иран-контрас 1 часть - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The people need the smell of blood, as if I were Spartak, here we were crushed, but it is not clear to me how? You went through a drop, yes, I drove a nail into your coffin, my advice: it’s not too late, children, throw it hip-hop of it .. Who, fucking, these guys on stage, you are all like Joniboy, Sheduu and Rabbit, the Army of Stanov. In them, the fans do not see the differences, like Stevie Under, but I am too fashionable and Ander will not accept me. At the grave of the drop, we need more dancing to us, success is spinning my head, I am already drunk in meat. Indabattle gives me a chance and so many colors in it, your game in a couple with me is a game with fire. Where I am in the role of a rebel, I see your idols from the inside, so Mickey will have to stay. In the subject of Battle, you are not in some places, you have no battles, you are put in your diary

Iran-Contrac is my mini-one, an Iran-Contract, here is a native, apparently, I am an Iran-Contract, I will deliver the phrase Ivan the box that time and this time drags!

I did not go crazy as in the old song I sang a tattoo, I was not smeared with gel for girls like Channing Tatum, Maus of a chain dog, because I often yelled in a booth, he also needs to write cool on the round of the duck. The drop drew into this swamp, breaking the skull on the bottom, for the Judges of Mickey, contrast, then entertainment is full of your tracks except you, and in this pair the very first freak out only you!