ReckTER - diss whо Is - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Ungrateful huyo, I have enough to smear insert to you bullets in the forehead

I'm tired of enduring this fucking madhouse, and my hand involuntarily reached for the church (sconce)

Every step is dead, in this kartzer you will only sculp the doors

Spent in the end

I never fought in fashion. You will not endure this is the passage in the face.

Undeserved Haip, tell them Gnid, whose actually Battle EHF

You don't have merit like there is no protest, and what kind of ms you are if you write texts

I would never really merge it but on a nail, for you there are worst Where is your gratitude?

Fucking his clips he on style it is on style, tweeter is that he in life is fucked massive, in instogram Tusi as if his friend Drag Diller,

and in fact fucking bizom bitch you fake

And not a drop of truth, he reads so tensioning buddies in glands

On any moving his card would like that one hero and everything is only to blame

Skorong for a crypt, it is so ridiculous, what? Are you a reheet of rap?

Your Rainbow Greens, Under Mochrome Plaid

But waiting tomorrow you will again wake up the poor

Behind the closed cage, you so want to reach the laurel branch

But long ago is not the same

Only the black hall will wash you out by the wind

I did not call Neuma nickname But you myself show my face