НЕ.KURILI - Чуешь
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While my swarm is here while the smoke is here, while there are everyday life on everyday life
Give me time for a taboo, sound in the crowd, tears the herd
My paradise, brother, you are talking to whom you are talking
My world is not in place, songs of the beast fell together, we will put
Paradise, we find ourselves in coma, we fall there absence anger like an icon
We drive to the crowd, I realized - this is a riot, tone there, a bud on the ground
We are in armor, as if in agony, cut down, we can see all the kneading, as if you died
We release smoke, we will put in one batch, together we conquer the world
Release the beast, I will cling to this tin to the tangle, but I believed
Benger, this is my Benger, here is my abode, these areas on a concrete monument
Wu-Teng there, and here Togliatti, Volga Town
Appreciate the sound, here is the underground for 10 years over "V" - vandal
You are smoking with whom you say
You are smoking with whom you say
You are smoking with whom you say
You feel
You are smoking with whom you say
You are smoking with whom you say
You are smoking with whom you say
You feel
Arrow without baking - Pure transaction - Shelby Rules (for dividends)
If you are a pawn - not competent - to hide answers for the pneumo (forbidden)
People without poverty - prisoners of the press - fucking how close there (give a place)
I threw the compressor into the timbre - wolk in my hoarse - flimsy fortress
Dincent - and you scream - Halp Mi Street
Whiner splashes like the bitch -they are foolish for loyalty, beat the bitch the first
Fear fate when the body is pressed for business, be afraid of a large package
The street made a cast from the dough - I do more to do it there
Yes, I was aware. What have you seen there in these idols
The empty there in these huts, tasty to you - is not written to us. Lens dissonance - peaks are strung
How your circle was killed - with two plums, how suddenly it went out - an evil spirit
He turned into the game - Hook! And a smeared beak
They sawed the art on segments, henceforth all the kittens of the cache - and not progress
Yes, yes, I smoked the forest, but barely tears, yes, for you all I have an empty weight
Yes, yes, you are someone's shadow, like here - to whom is dirt, to whom a brother (you feel in touch?)
For someone an executioner for whom hostility
You are smoking with whom you say
You are smoking with whom you say
You are smoking with whom you say
You feel
You are smoking with whom you say
You are smoking with whom you say
You are smoking with whom you say
You feel
My paradise is stomping on the spot stomp
Here my paradise is stomping in place
Here my paradise is stomping in place
Stomp stomp stomp stomp