the Chemodan - TГК - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I drink tea, admirers, in front of the sorrow, like mans from the eastern

I'll tell you exactly, not a crip-a-creep, but ebasciates so that the archup is hoarble

sorry, but in Russia four troubles: roads and Russian rap are too white,

fools that you will sell you the beggar first, bad habits, and we yourself are harmful

Probably, the miserable crashes their deep texts from their deep ass.

on traditions - do not care, live under the wires, bald at 25

fucking, so I will answer me Maine, how much Bonakva company should stick,

How many of the listeners are now in firewood, this is a movie - Cathostrofa in the scales of the yard

It's time, it's time to turn on the hairdryer in the shower, listening to the Bass worth getting ear-top

The case, and this case is stunned, Wangok and Tyson knew - the ears were to blame

And if I hear an asshole from the scene, then I don't care what day is it,

understood and it doesn't matter to me where that guy he is lame and says that they shot

Your rap is not for sale, you would rather sell, but you can not

people will hear nearby, they will also say, Zheka say, too

slaughter bosses are more expensive, but it is possible and easier for good Kazakhs, so

From the soul for thirsty, late in to work under this cart

Gone lesson, did not score points for offset, cho

You wanted an underground from a dirty slum, where a narrow pupil, Russian rapacker

Hard calculation, it does not go to the battle, the rabbit left the detrit,

Jumping into Boeing, House, Land Rover

Gooryat for the year tripits, for two no longer remember which your hometown,

the guy did not understand, no one will cover such expenses

Speaker Jacks, you're a poet, while mom is preparing, or a real Bad battle

In that boys, the choirs, dumb roles, fight with him not with him,

kill pain and be yourself with your fate

Here TGK, with love, from the underground, with us dirty Louis, Andresol

I am not smarter than Vaverman Anatoly, but I understand what's the salt here

I know in this sense, my duty work, bit like a hammer, plus a double tripl current,

This stream, like a kitten, under the evening the city is fallen, Liosh My Glass Bong Urrites in the pitch silence, you hear

I am writing while you are sleeping, Gyski leaked to the sores, the state merged, on the engines for rap, this is mine

man without ideas like cabbage without cakes, listen to yourself, and not to me

Nobody is guilty that you live in shit, you need, hooli, be like a tornado

be doubly born not in the country and not stand aside, listen to myself, and not to me

Nobody is guilty that you live in shit, you need, hooli, be like a tornado

be doubly born not in that country, not stand aside

was not in England, Aimsori, kneading in courses, passing smoke Silen and he made a hole in the sail

For me so good, thanks, Kazakh

From this rap, the pathetic outline went in tears

Thanks to the chronicle with Mazar, for kicks under the ass, these Hapki smoothly turn my hip-hop in excitement

Spark in the eyes, soon the airport and station, and this means that the crowd I cries the wrap

Hey, Jou, Pa Para Pha Putsan, how are you like

Hey, You, Chi Chi Chica, Sink Cottan

Whether it's even chelyab, be it at least Cape Town, everyone will see how our ji-jeepun works

This is TGC, with love, from the underground, with us dirty Louis, Andresol

I am not smarter than Vaverman Anatoly, but I understand what's the salt here

TGK, with love, from the underground, with us dirty Louis, Andresol

I am not smarter than Vaverman Anatoly, but I understand what's the salt here

Salt in straw, TKG in column