Лёша Маэстро feat. Триагрутрика - Дай парика
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Ahead of the planet of all here is triarutrik,
Maestro Alexey and a dozen friends
I, like everyone, - the text is in a sitting. This is the hundredth congress of our party.
Che, found a tankograd on the map? Near Sverdlovsk by the way,
Welcome to Pati, give five, brother
And I know how to spend everything today
Trust me, see the lights? Shawl to them.
Have fun for glory, gain glory
He wants to smoke a cold, let him hook chocolate and gazava
I walk around the hall, a siga behind the ear. I do not smoke a leg, fuck this poison
I'm afloat, a new chapter in the book
New sound. Why? Because I live
They don’t call Hollywood, but they are called, for example, in Surgut
They recognize both Chuvash and Yakut - then everything is buzz
I poured boiling water, smoked a pipette
Wrote a verse, bought a cap in a cage
I drank yesterday, I remember what, I remember that something strong

Give me a wig, a wig in response
I poured boiling water, smoked a pipette
Wrote a verse, bought a cap in a cage
I drank yesterday, I remember what, I remember that something strong

Give me a wig, a wig in response
PT Chelyaba Eba from Eburg.
How are you? Duck and there are rains and a snowstorm, a cold wind blows down the legs
In the evenings of the booth, I breathe fumes, old basin, I do not use a car zagar
I will support Jamal, not to be in vain
New songs, but a little old
Barbar, guitar, bong best gift
And we do not need brands to live without a wagon
We write together, move pairs
Rapper, coccyx, girl, clap
You will be basic - you will get under the tailbone.

Late at night I smeared someone
Anya Polina did not call his mouth to someone else's
Rejoicing, in the garage as if they were smeared with honey
Fuck that they drove everything at once.

I wrote down cassettes, I ordered the Basebolk in Moscow to take boys,
Breakdance danced, showed in Tractorozavodsk on his fingers.
I did not let circles, let the steam locomotives, smeared it into the trash
He put on himself, took the microphone and began to tell.
TGK MS and maestro, Ural style
Pure style so much that Estonets not to stir up so
DJ, turn a plate, time without five
Snary, Kick - The text lay down in a bit with a light hand.
Fun in Himar, beer, all PIMP.
We do not sell it so that you buy it
From the network to the CD-carrier to convey to you
To drive a Chelyabin City or ECB.

Hello. Here is triarutrika, Lesha maestro
Again, everything is ready for honest word together
Tune the old transistor, swing the chair
Triarutrika, Lesha maestro, try this again

Everything is ready to be honest
Tune the old transistor, swing the chair
Try such a hip -hop - triarutrika, Lesha maestro
Hello to all the locals. Hello to all the locals.

The sun shines in the eyes as always
Right now cognac, well, or at least beer
Sigu lit a cigarette - hurt his health
The muddy in my head did not surprise me at all.
Liter per liter, palette for a palette
On Twitter, a cocktail recipe, I retweeted
We drink on the garage, drink on the mezzanine
Well, let's make sense, pour more salt.
Flew into the ECB to Leha Maestro
Uzbeki under the salad did not bahahi closely.
On a studio in the garage, the equalizer setting
They recorded the track, drinking Alcoenerjizer.
It happens from a booze to cut off a grind.
The stroller begins, and everyone knows about it
No need to drink so much, the head hurts, yes, yes.

We are against the system, and we are also priests against order
The walls fell down with the paint of us with a neat bed.
My name is Mishan, I'm far from boss
When I do not cut into the circuit, I shrug my shoulders
I write at night, smell of my nails, sparkling with show
A program with guys will come to Muz-TV soon
And you will have to be pistons, swing with us
Each slaughter fungus lies in the right panama
I have not accumulated yet to Mercedes s,
But the place of Tusa has long ceased to be my entrance
Maybe I will pick up my weight more than once
But today I inflated the verse and climbed into the booth

Another joint knead with Alexei Maestro,
Without a symphonic and wind orchestra.
They say that this is useful to compose rap
In exactly the 16 lines, this bar got into this track.

I poured boiling water, smoked a pipette
Wrote a verse, bought a cap in a cage
I drank yesterday I don’t remember what, I remember, why