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If a drug is a drug, then I will decently chopped it out.

The speakers are louder, bro, this is my personal narcologist.

Here everyone is definitely cooler, I don’t need to beat in general, but again, having jerked the handbrake, I’ll fly a barrel to the finals. While everyone jerks off Don Capello through the first channels Diman takes out a technically twisted sound from the net. I was looking for Monte Cristo in my Bastille Profi, only in the Guantanamo prison I am listed under the surname Scofield.

Battle is not a reason to be rude, because Dimas has a family at home, but after a couple there will still be a risk of being on Versus against myself.

Someone here is a technician, but only because he recently finished the technician.

In this powerful race, I was about to show speed from the start, like Neymar.

Match Revenge, how many panche will you give? Only card blanche is my prerogative.

After all, Dima I’m here on Battle alone who brings your endorphin to a minimum.

While the bass is hollowing, departure - pass Robben, mattress in uniform, not enthusiastic,

He feeds us with whistles, he on the "transformers", and Pivas in Torb,

Or "Gazagolder", but there, sorry, rather a rape brine.

The elite is all in the collection of everything in the box office, but I changed it ****

"Game of Thrones", where on the lawn we are busy with different zones,

Families, lands, new potions, sleepy doses, moans, sultry bitch,

Somewhere idle, sleepless or salaries, and discontent.

You are drawn like everyone else, but just packaged in different places.

But you are able to make the world special, be yourself without images or likeness,

In fact, he is incomparable, but we are just inappropriate for this.

Closed by a single umbrella from the laws of the ezop fables once in the "fables"

Well, hello, weather forecaster, now I will explain what the weather is for tomorrow.

Here for the boys is not exotic, nitrogen oxide, no one in pursuit of fashion.

The city is the haze of factories, but we are carelessly rushing somewhere. Remember

Everything that remains from the start, do not worry, there is enough memory.

As if a wave covers the sunset, I don’t know how to wallow in bed.

And this is possible here my last square

But the stick will shoot when the Azar will shoot from the flank. I believe in the light and I will be glad to stay here for you,

With those who are ready to cling to every aimed pass.