Рыночные Отношения и Черная Экономика - Космос
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Breaking me thunder
In the shower stuck a huge com
And to pull it
I need hammer and scrap.
While I am young
I will save a special
I'll not become a father
Not yet connected with a wedding ring
So far, I expire later
From this life crazy
I am a fool, but reasonable
My brains you will find in urn
My mind is naked
I am a basar without joke, in vature!
Brazilian proven
Although now it smears
We will be teddy to theft
Your brain Patzanchik
But scan will help us
I like a pissing boy
I will always be in the subject
BLA, in Moscow a lot of barns
And all people plants
For black and market mazas
Fucked a lot of pivision
But we will not be silent
Like this fucking koi!
In each of us sits genius
One of the best generations
Before you Vnature
I am in Nakurren
And I will not let go
Let even someone biting
Fucking none of us
But essentially sighing, but you will dick there
With us only the best carp!

I never sucked
But pizdato work mouth
When I started reading, I was pussy
And no one is familiar
And right now charisma in rap
All ahuvet as we scoris scorisms
These lines are entrusted to the mind for a long time
I myself already in Ahu
That is not a phrase, then dogma
That from the bridge is a bomb
And in square rhombuses, carry a different hurring
And incomplete Rivne
These are eastern morals,
In the shelf canals
In the most ass of Moscow, the skill was honed
Without side effects
Take an intravenous
It is bitbas and sampl, light like foam
Been from the knee Freestyle, Rapper Driistali
Microphones took, rubbed and manil
We caught not small, I am Captain Rigali
We rowed forward
To seek on the heels.

We synder the sounds of the fall of the sleeve
Rain droplets sounds,
Far from the covenants of the leader
Came to win
Addict doesn't save jean
Better collect yield
Not a native, but a native, scattered
Not sparing with this crowd, would be
In the heads on the heads lovers to you to lose
Southeast territory
Smoke on the water
Thoughts for the mood
There were a spike young
Pizdjuki smoke shalua
Come to you on the scan
Chaos on the scene on the kaif
While you like dogs on hay
Rose in the city, love Flora
But did not become plants
Under minus Cosmos Stelim
Virkly Tu Our fun
Those who have not had time
Bold Jointe with the smell of ate
We write album barely

My retinue unfolds scrolls
We do so that our hash
Becomes sticky
Like gashik to cigarette
Motai on the mustache, my kasenet
Hi weighing, Izmailov and Reutov
From Tushinsky ghetto
Hey, Muscovites ... All Muscovites are the same
As a stencil
Your fucking model haircuts
My clubs shake
In hard binding bit
My voice reads as before
From the streets of snowy
To Pokrovsky-Streshnev
From the ultimate, to the final
Moscow is mine and I love her gently
For breakfast, lunch and dinner, I eat smoke
And I lives, what makes you blunt
And I do not care!