Willy Phonka - Blitzkrieg - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My name is Willy Fonca Aka Microphone in UES,

Like in a chair leading news, like x*y in p*site

Strange, why doesn't this name sound everywhere?

In your columns I feel like an eagle in a nest.

I'm from a rich family, and you are from a filthy family

I am an aristocrat that hangs out on the Bagams.

"How did you reach the heights?"

Sorry, it’s not my fault that your fate was, to live in a five -story building and be without a dough at all!

My mother was treating a lot of money that Monday,

That is why my songs fall into the TV set,

I will put on a shirt Louis, take Mike, my syllable, like bullets,

Well, the reper must read something along the top of the muzon, x*Lee.

Relax the bucks bro, this is the end of the first verse,

But I definitely eliminated half of the people after that,

The rest of it too - I broke my fingers dumb,

So that she does not rub that she doesn’t get along with me.

Willy Beres Mike - He Spain

I am now in your columns - this is a blitzkrieg

I twist the blat, there are you in it,

I extinguished the enemies, exhale them, as if smoke.

At the sight of assholes, I begin to behave strangely,

immediately dare, extinguishes instinct in my head,

Self -preservation, mind, sense of reality,

"He is more than you are twice better you are really a verse"

I wanted to go to the date, went to the wine boutique,

I don’t sing a woman more than two hundred and fifty wine,

I wanted to go with a thin one, but I have to go with anyone - take what they give, even if it is like a ball of the earth.

She swaps in love, but jumps on the bolts in an instant,

And he feels on them, as if stigo on the rally,

But my intentions are firm, as if a monolith,

You can’t find stronger than this material in the world!

I do not call the former drunk - this is Moveton,

I call the car, I knocked out the door to her house,

I woke her in Batya, in his hands he holds a sawn -off shot

So, she does not have a bat, the campaign is the wrong address ...

Willy Beres Mike - He Spain

I am now in your columns - this is a blitzkrieg

I twist the blat, there are you in it,

I extinguished the enemies, exhale them, as if smoke.

I run out into the yard, he does not see the consequences point blank,

High probability of its hits under the investigation,

Standing on the threshold screams: "You can’t leave!" -

I confused your daughter with another whore, sorry!

He shot at me eight times, since I was dodging,

Moisture in the pants exceeds all the strips and norms at all,

Well, you and toxic! I crossed the swamp and pull

I’m wandering through the forest, but God sees it, I will cross it

I go along the road, in the distance I see a store,

Without five twelve, well, I have to tell me,

Managed to dilute, saleswoman Baba Nina

A couple of bottles of beer refrigerator,

I move towards the city, I don’t see from the hunger of salvation as if a bolt from a sweaty, dense, frenzied plankton from the office,

Yes, I will return here anyway.

Willy Beres Mike - He Spain

I am now in your columns - this is a blitzkrieg

I twist the blat, there are you in it,

I extinguished the enemies, exhale them, as if smoke.