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Explode the gates at paradise gospidin hip-hop

In a black tailcoat, I am instructed to break Mike

swing as if on a clandike radiation attacks

cotton wool will not roll to stick adequate severely as a senior

Brother is all a hip-hap, you have to take a gram of good

Brothers merged like on the hives, fuck you and I are always only, Hasl only Andegrand

Correct for the truth of brave cool sound

Break over the texts like no one will at all

Write the albums for years and do not let go let them yearn for their memory, she knows for sure what to leave with us

more swing guy less than tears more over -over

and fewer the chorus of the melodic tenor is not a word

The fact that I am the first and all the free time to devote to this business and I follow these instructions true and who

the first in essence does not care about the recognition on the stage

How could it be not difficult to take that this is a hip hap a?

когда кретин под кайфом ноет на битах

hype is water, they choke on her swallowing flying

In the clouds on the sides of the cormorant, the collapse

their texts are now on the sides who is Namba here

Vuan underground truth or how a clown was crying

At the bits of the funny complex Yau, Yau Niga Madafak

if not Bafal, then hip with a dream with dreams of grandmothers

Fiti and you were right Bro game on a large one is a way out the window for both of us a warrior of Floo with dignity

set up and soon a shuttered solo in unison

There are two strictly concentration of juicy syllables

there is a lot of sense in the side of the side of the opinion of crowds and not only

Here he is a product of the highest grade, the cook knows what salt here and others will find and I will enter this game

years people will run around so rudely nearby people

Drive the bullshit those who called his brother merged with a crowd of vuu or one track that the bosses yelled at the crowd no longer by hearing, but I will be focused on the fastness if you hear this noise all the taste of this text that you are

you don’t think even a little bit and I have a shit for a long time for a long time, I just scold the bits with the bits

it is deliberately chop me to download my head I scream between

lines draw silhouettes of meaning from the style of sparkling whistle

In the ears of the wtofac Mr. We are here a crowd Yau, the city of Ukhta

Here the rapak over the edge is not like you have Samareklama there

we are cool all the rest of the cotton wool or other format

But most in common sense are sent in chorus

fuck you just imagine everything and go out into the astral

Who had the honor to hear, remember the words Capella everything is just a quality from beginning to end and

and not think how to write staphus with them too