Минуспятьдесят - Вышел
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Okay, I sat in your ears
Just a year has come to the crop
You have to go to run into your ears to pile up a crin.
And for sale like a fire

And I don't need all this whip
Yes, I can’t afford a margin
Here you have to rob a stagecoach plus to undermine like a ruff
You may not respect me

For the fact that there is no courage to push you empty
How much to sow how how much dick to keep in a pussy
You still hold a high chin
At a meeting of expensive pajamas, you will pull the ass about the tablet

But I'm not sorry for myself
I just lay down on the sunbed and will go through the cases again
In the name of the smell of lavender among fart
In the name of Kaif and Baldezha

I get a piece of the leaf again
I will only call on a pit stop to reload the piston
The alignment will be a simple one hundred voice smells of bonfire
We joke you fall under the table

It will be Woodstock
Do not miss him behind the party to Herstone
Follow the diet, otherwise
You decide to suddenly pile up under a valuum.

In short, not every Italia boot
And listen to the advice of a separate Pale
You are too small for the fucking fucking
Sitkin go out and go normally

So it turned out to cunning it would be superfluous
I could not resist decorating a cherry cake, so to speak,
You are not to sharp him in one mouse
And how will I jump out of the cake on your bachelorette party

Let me eat who is closer
Who is about the newcomer who is in the room of everyone above
On whom are tidy and not just expensive guts
To the one who is looking for the one who himself writes beautifully

So as not to get stuck among the seekers of the prizes under the lid
Who has Khali-Krishna every night
Among those to whom the chips fell if only
I will enter this river three times

I don't have a reason to relax I'm Robinson
He started on Monday and finished on Friday
Do you like it
I personally like it when raP has eggs

And here you do not have to be a gorazium to understand
That the reputation on the computer is not to be placed
Speaking briefly and explaining on the fingers
I knew people of a more difficult organization

But who is now what is the difference
Give them foreigners read them about the asses
So brothers who do not want to decompose
It's time to determine for Roma or Lazio

Yes it sounds like a proverb
But we live now so that you do not have to choose
And since the list of variks is kutsy
Here the most holy ombudsman can change

Okay, this is all the lyrics over the years
For Madmoiselle with Yarik and for St. Petersburg Madame
Ten years ago, brother accidentally scored his soul
And now you listen to all this

Yes, Vladik made porridge
Without understanding it, I became a rector with experience
Tell ours, let anyone plow become your color
The apparatus had Sasha Bit, but not painted