SH Kera - Дай Мне - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You give me to huddle, here Rap-Attack Rasta. I did not succeed in the rank, but I can't Pale. I am not a pass, if in the smoke of my marriage and I myself, my soul is impregnated and everything is fine. Rap like from the ax, crowd to a jah, in the fog, my whole ladside, a layman blowing a locust. To make me an empty stomach, so to be at the height, the harness of my horses and scold for the whole day I.

Give me fire and smoke give me more positive