oskod - Десятый круг ада - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

All life is a dream

Give me Take and now for you eternal

All life is a fake

This is a fake, this is a fake like women's love

The word is like a boom-boom, and now your rappers are flying to the wind

Yes, we saw hell, man. We live on this planet.

again!

nine circles of hell ... and nothing shines

Few people noticed, but the tenth is on the third planet.

Kay! Come on in fact, without wraps and stories,

It will hurt you too! We will die and this is a spoiler!

Sororyan for the spoiler! It is for you! on you!

Choose, what to haste, so as not to become a feed for worms

Before time ... and what did you believe in there?

But here is a beautiful drawing, because you can become a god in fucking hell

Do not listen to the crowd

on the tabs of the taboo - well, in the sense of more in matters than just singing them

And all that is close is relatives and music.

And we do with risk to "hands up!"

Well, or hands down ... But what is the success, if you lower what my whole world holds on?

make tracks for me purely fan so in this hell

You also handed over there something like a punch? What, is there?

But I won’t find them.

/hahaha/

Listen to the joke

There was a dude with the nickname Aleksandr, the name Alexander

I found him like that, he pushed him with an ass, bl#

And what do I see here? He is still in the tournament grid

Dude, it's simple, bl -#t, nets for fish

Acidic ## b#k, you don't hold the brand

I am your hell in hell, you are to me on a roast.

That is, you understand whether you either take it out or not. Either you hunt or you.

Schizophrenia ... Who will finally make such a nickname? Why are you even making yourself out of yourself? You have invented a mental disorder and put it on the show. But in fact, you are a stupid nonsense with youthful maximalism. Pfffffff ..

Your addlibs are not a bright sound

Your hellish is p-p-Ponapiza at Oxy

I z ## b#lsya to hear Brrrechnya

And stupidly caught to say that you do not mow

Oi OI! Yes, you are a face for seed

All your oi oi sound like a groan of a Chinese woman

And we did not see the sky, but we fly on the bits

We have not seen the sky, but we fly on the bits

You are not a rapper yet if you have been at Mike

You are not a rapper yet if you handed over to Battle

You haven't squeezed yet, but already like a rag

We are now for departure, so fuck from the beach

A thousand personalities? Oh, you are multifaceted!

but no need to fuck here none of them

After all, no matter how your Eddlib was carved there

Your basis of the faceless like thousands of others

and no matter how much you are there a cop-cap-kopal

Your Floo sounds like kud-kud-kudh

Do you feel others? you are ## output

But all that is at the exit is a cop-cap-copy (x2)

That's all that you can say about you, pseudo -cheese. I called the surface of the earth the tenth circle of hell. But there is a feature. On earth you can find God. I found music here:

And the musician, if his music fades away, will hide with her in the Potemki himself

The musician will kill or die for music, like a mother for a baby

Music is beautiful like a rose in the wasteland.

The musician loves all of her. He even appreciates the spikes.

Are you a musician? Are you handing over something to the battles? But then tell me, where are you?