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So on the street hung that my voice was hooked! Understood!

From knees on his feet, wanted to build, but walked early you
You immediately cut it competently, how do you feel from gram?
Here grams in grams and me put on how the e-class
There is a low profile in the pits, brother!
You do not evoke the normal scheme without flaws here.
For the handle with the street, in the nose recipe,
In Philips pocket or to the extreme and tweezers,
On the palm or goose your fluffy
Someone already took here on the sight,
If the streets are hugging, you will be intact
If you leave, now that this is the workshop!
She is behind mom here, we'll go around mom while we are here
Stems fry like a ram,
Having taken out two hands from the panorama,
While in the cabin in two hands, the minced meat rolls the bars,
Move on the gorgeous gigans here, here we are the director ourselves,
So it's under yourself that the bottom is not visible at the pit,
It is time to clean up here.
Where we do not throw everywhere we are near, smoke in the blame,
Poison pressed by a nuclear charge
No one could think here
That three hundred years later will fly out on Cayenne back,
Both hands will go away at the same time by Mawada,
Then on the bottom of the whole flock, draft from hell.
When was Eva nasil, did he know what will adam?
The day escorts the street by sunset, the day of the brief,
After all, Teflon here not only covers the mat,
Here are syndicates, show,
How can you squeeze the goat here milk you,
Here is the audut, brothers under the albacar rustle in x5, from the par.
Not called guests will be worse here Tatars,
Behind the edge, for your Mogilev Chopard in it,
Filks, weight, boilers in Lombard,
And on your monument, your contact Avatar!
Something like this! Something like this!

Lombards and capsules, Pharmacists for pastor, Streets Hello!

Clap metal, from Brooklyn to Yamal,
In sadness and joy, Hello Streets!
Clap metal clip climb to Talah,
In sadness and joy, Hello Streets!

Lombards and capsules,
Pharmacists for pastor, by recipe for each,
Pharmacies and offices, everyone wants to become a boss from bosses in them,
Scales, buses, near the ground there is a special taste.
I'm going, she looks schos,
Street expressed, you say street,
You are here thousands of years, you are bold, do you like us, our sons?
She is silent, it seems unnecessary not spending,
These houses have long become brothers,
Telephone booth traitors, the next bore asks:
"Do you know how to shoot hard?"
Of course, I know and on Beret Teflon,
What would not glitter at night with a wing.
No need glare, we love quietly,
These yards do not like games, swirl loved them,
We love the battle, we will be fed on the streets
Here the holes in the triplex will not be ashamed,
Here they love jeeps and love to dump in jeeps,
Did you love wild?
You will not be in the credits,
You will not become Dietrich, we are false idols.
Blood on bills, dirt makes our culture,
We divide the skins of ridiculous bears,
We are bullshish them where children walk,
They grow, they will understand us faster, believe me
In us, the street is a receptor, from the street to us - the heart.
We are twist here as a spit, and the music chase for immortality,
We will all go away, and the street will put the track and remember that century,
Pay and remember who stood here ...
And remember who stood here ...

Lombards and Crafes, Berets and Hawks, Streets Hello!

Clap metal, from Great to Mala,
Slopai to old age, Hello Streets!
Clap metal, from Great to Mala,
We are here from birth, but not to old age!

Lombards and Crafes, Berets and Hawks, Streets Hello!

Clap metal, from Great to Mala,
Slopai to old age, Hello Streets!

Clap metal clip climb to Talah,
In sadness and joy, Hello Streets!