OXXXYMIRON VS ST - oxxx - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

No, this is Kargo cult, your rap carnival

Your Floo is Corvalol, my Floo is a manovar

I am a rapper you are a balagur, in this Batle you are get

I am not rap and neither pun and bidders nor booths

pumpkins you boom boom, rape storm napalm

it will be the intensity of the century, tast the storm

and as long as standing nervously smokes a game

My verse, your success is waking up, fuck

What have you forgotten here, you are not a battles rapper, you fucking you are a under -alert of any, the nickname is boldly replaced by yours, with any, only a fan will sleep in the tracks

After all, you are gray, you are absolutely gray ms

You have self -confidence, but not a manner and style

I will separate you by exploring my career near

Dysenfect with a dick, give a stand -up

I have trrrr a thousand Floo, ms you dandy

I can immediately be an executioner or gallucak

I am so further than you in everything connected with rapp

There is nothing asymmetric in this battle in the world

And I do not need this Versus, you need it

After all, you can't get your listeners with your music

what are you losing if you lose, well, st.

tell me how you risk it today is a friend faster

I didn't want to bathe, but you have to put those

Who would like to put on the throat because the trash is

but he is sad shameful go, he would be a hala to mud

not oximiron, but Miron, I am VNO than me

get used to it, hip-hop was not stupid culture

But then people like him so toured under his breath

If everyone knew English, they could google

people like you did not bent a show -off at all here

I started a lot below zero, 2008, remember my track

I walked among the MPTRIKS ...

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aaa, a trace and not a verse about this, the first here who made hundreds of thousand euros Batle ramp

aaa, on the shoulders responsibility is as well as apale

I am alpha and omega, no matter how someone kukarsk.

ahh, I don't have a high to go to the canvas

The sky of fresh pus, courtyards, wells

wake up a rod, a girl with a tent

Give me Bitos and I will build my space myself

I hang on any rubbish for a long time and hard

an hour as layout pillars have grown into a crossroads

Batlu so that brain activity does not decrease

my Floo attack Ddos, we have remote access

rap for those who sees lies and deception

for those who do not motivate the cake ne Van do not motivate

so that everything is shifting and therefore look naked in the screen

Even if the city was forever played under the sole

And you don't make rap, you are pursuing trends

You cling to memes, hashtags and brands

you always spoil the bits with ramp

In Moscow there has been a long -sized talent for a long time and this is not you