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[Dav / 4SGM]
Чё-то сегодня жарко, чтобы двигать задом,
Но танцуй, ангел мой, Рай топят из Ада.
И как-то натощак не качает,
Я завязал со стимуляторами, толком не начав.
На синусоидах звуковых волн сгорит всё,
Ночью любовь и прочее зло творится.
С нами танцует Дима Маликов,
Дима Маликов нормально так танцует под спидами.
Тут и Дайнеко Вика из рекламы »Аlways«: "Здрасьте!"
Стас Михайлов и какая-то уё*ище с Басковым.
А я так себе х*йло из андерграунда,
Рэп это типа Тимати, но совсем пиз*ец когда.
Ай, жаришко испаряется шампанское быстро,
А вон каких-то детишек целует Папа Римский.
Вон тот блондин вылитый солист Нирваны,
Там Высоцкий весь такой, спасибо, что живой!
В плаще Есенин, как не в своей тарелке в этом месте,
Даже скорее он на сковороде.
Здесь Геринг и Геббельс, Мэнсон и Чикатило,
Е*ать, вам весело, да мне лучше уйти тогда!
Я не из тех достойных, одержимых демонами,
И я желаю гореть (Горите в Аду!) каждой звезде...
Танцуй, танцуй, танцуй без остановки,
Пока для нас горят эти звёзды,
Ты знаешь в каком смысле.
Мы все слегка горим здесь,
И танцуем похожие ритмы. (2х)
[Калян 4567 / 4SGM]
Мозги просят ещё, а сердце говорит: "Хватит!"
Наркотики это, как любовь наоборот, бля*ь.
В танце на орбитальной станции глянцевое бля*ство,
Здесь главное: "Не надо стесняться!"
Я бы сам уже давно был на танцполе, (наверное)
Если б нам с подругой стол на ощупь не казался охуенным.
– Колька, можно тебя?
– Можно!
Кто-то с Нюшей в челауте снюхал треки про меня.
Шатунов вышел из моды, но не смог зайти в классику,
Зато сюда его пускают даже по праздникам.
Под руку с подругой ведущий из »Жить здорово«,
Киркоров мочит коры у бара упоротый.
Над танцполом на балконе в зоне »VIP«
Зачем-то Галкин вывел свою бабулю на Орбиту.
Из »COMEDY« тип, будто его снимают в клипе,
Прёт так, что он двигает живее всех убитых.
Уже дело к утру, никто домой не собирается,
Может тут у всех отпуск, но никого не отпускает?
На нижний брейк переходит Зверев,
Ну да, звёзды горят и никого не греют.
Танцуй, танцуй, танцуй без остановки,
Пока для нас горят эти звёзды,
Ты знаешь в каком смысле.
Мы все слегка горим здесь,
И танцуем похожие ритмы. (2х)
[Poli.Ant / 4SGM]
Года три на марафоне я стирал резину »Supra« о танцполы,
Какие нах*й там айфоны, »Dolce«, »Gucci«, бля*ь?
Да не мучай меня, я звезда.
В моих глазах уместится полмира.
Двигаясь под »Deep« и »Electro«, слившись с ветром.
Греет не солнце нас, подогревает прайс и таблетки.
Убило с лонга, с*ка, хули так долго, а?
Иди за мной, будем как Билан и Волкова.
Танцуй, танцуй, танцуй без остановки,
Пока для нас горят эти звёзды,
Ты знаешь в каком смысле.
Мы все слегка горим здесь,
И танцуем похожие ритмы. (2х)
[DAV / 4SGM]
It’s hot today to move backwards,
But dance, my angel, heaven is heated from hell.
And somehow he does not pump on an empty stomach,
I tied with stimulants without really starting.
On sinusoids of sound waves will burn everything,
At night, love and other evil is going on.
Dima Malikov dances with us,
Dima Malikov dancing normally under the AIDS.
Here and Daineko Vika from advertising »Always": "Hello!"
Stas Mikhailov and some kind of uy*look with Baskov.
And I am so -so x*ylo from underwriting,
Rap is like Timati, but quite a piz*EC when.
Ay, Zharishko evaporates champagne quickly,
And there are some kids to kiss the pope.
There is that blond spilled soloist of the nirvana,
There is Vysotsky all this, thanks for alive!
Yesenin in a cloak, as not at ease in this place,
Even rather he is in a pan.
Here is Goering and Goebbels, Manson and Chikatilo,
E*at, you have fun, but I better leave then!
I am not one of those worthy demons,
And I wish to burn (burn in hell!) To each star ...
Dance, dance, dance without stopping,
While these stars are burning for us,
You know in what sense.
We all burn slightly here
And we dance similar rhythms. (2x)
[Kalyan 4567 / 4SGM]
They ask for brains more, and the heart says: "Enough!"
Drugs are, like love, on the contrary, fucking*b.
In the dance at the orbital station glossy fucking*
The main thing here is: "No need to be shy!"
I myself would have been on the dance floor for a long time, (probably)
If my friend and I did not seem to me to the touch.
- Kolka, can you?
- Can!
Someone with Nyusha in Chelauta sniffed tracks about me.
Shatunov went out of fashion, but could not go into the classics,
But he is allowed here even on holidays.
The host from "Live great" great "
Kirkorov wets the bark at the bar stubborn.
Above the dance floor on the balcony in the zone "VIP"
For some reason, Galkin brought his grandmother into orbit.
From "Comedy" Type as if it were shot in the video,
Rushing so that he moves more lively by all the dead.
It's already about morning, no one is going home,
Maybe everyone has a vacation, but doesn’t let anyone go?
Zverev passes to the lower break,
Well, yes, the stars burn and do not warm anyone.
Dance, dance, dance without stopping,
While these stars are burning for us,
You know in what sense.
We all burn slightly here
And we dance similar rhythms. (2x)
[Poli.ant / 4sgm]
For three years on a marathon, I washed the rubber »Supra" About the dance floor,
What are the*th there iPhones, "Dolce", "Gucci", fucking*b?
Don’t torment me, I'm a star.
Half a world will fit in my eyes.
Moving under "Deep" and "Electro", merging with the wind.
It is not the sun that warms us, the price and pills are heated.
Killed from Long, with*ka, huli for so long, huh?
Follow me, we will be like Bilan and Volkova.
Dance, dance, dance without stopping,
While these stars are burning for us,
You know in what sense.
We all burn slightly here
And we dance similar rhythms. (2x)
It’s hot today to move backwards,
But dance, my angel, heaven is heated from hell.
And somehow he does not pump on an empty stomach,
I tied with stimulants without really starting.
On sinusoids of sound waves will burn everything,
At night, love and other evil is going on.
Dima Malikov dances with us,
Dima Malikov dancing normally under the AIDS.
Here and Daineko Vika from advertising »Always": "Hello!"
Stas Mikhailov and some kind of uy*look with Baskov.
And I am so -so x*ylo from underwriting,
Rap is like Timati, but quite a piz*EC when.
Ay, Zharishko evaporates champagne quickly,
And there are some kids to kiss the pope.
There is that blond spilled soloist of the nirvana,
There is Vysotsky all this, thanks for alive!
Yesenin in a cloak, as not at ease in this place,
Even rather he is in a pan.
Here is Goering and Goebbels, Manson and Chikatilo,
E*at, you have fun, but I better leave then!
I am not one of those worthy demons,
And I wish to burn (burn in hell!) To each star ...
Dance, dance, dance without stopping,
While these stars are burning for us,
You know in what sense.
We all burn slightly here
And we dance similar rhythms. (2x)
[Kalyan 4567 / 4SGM]
They ask for brains more, and the heart says: "Enough!"
Drugs are, like love, on the contrary, fucking*b.
In the dance at the orbital station glossy fucking*
The main thing here is: "No need to be shy!"
I myself would have been on the dance floor for a long time, (probably)
If my friend and I did not seem to me to the touch.
- Kolka, can you?
- Can!
Someone with Nyusha in Chelauta sniffed tracks about me.
Shatunov went out of fashion, but could not go into the classics,
But he is allowed here even on holidays.
The host from "Live great" great "
Kirkorov wets the bark at the bar stubborn.
Above the dance floor on the balcony in the zone "VIP"
For some reason, Galkin brought his grandmother into orbit.
From "Comedy" Type as if it were shot in the video,
Rushing so that he moves more lively by all the dead.
It's already about morning, no one is going home,
Maybe everyone has a vacation, but doesn’t let anyone go?
Zverev passes to the lower break,
Well, yes, the stars burn and do not warm anyone.
Dance, dance, dance without stopping,
While these stars are burning for us,
You know in what sense.
We all burn slightly here
And we dance similar rhythms. (2x)
[Poli.ant / 4sgm]
For three years on a marathon, I washed the rubber »Supra" About the dance floor,
What are the*th there iPhones, "Dolce", "Gucci", fucking*b?
Don’t torment me, I'm a star.
Half a world will fit in my eyes.
Moving under "Deep" and "Electro", merging with the wind.
It is not the sun that warms us, the price and pills are heated.
Killed from Long, with*ka, huli for so long, huh?
Follow me, we will be like Bilan and Volkova.
Dance, dance, dance without stopping,
While these stars are burning for us,
You know in what sense.
We all burn slightly here
And we dance similar rhythms. (2x)
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