Самрат Иржасов - На стиле
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Costa:
Still on the style
in a cage with relatives
In the pocket of a dozen in the pocket of the mobile
In the pocket all the inside my world
Here, loot runs loot by the world.
and we will take everything that we need to be a bitch remember one thing

Green Benjamin in my pocket
I am not tired of making money here
We fly through the oncoming eyes in the eyes of the excitement
And the fucking what you said there
Your bitch is with us on the back
And she doesn't want to give the back
you lost, measured the guy
All of yours took us this does not soar

Stroke the oxygen into the combat with smoke stroke the oxygen
Waiting for many cities, we will take everything without leaving traces
They want to know everything, they all they want to be closer
But our movement is the movie that does not master the bitches

my new day he calls me to the distance
on the clock 6 in the morning but I need to fly
all around the head a bunch of left guys
a lot of new problems but do not give a damn about them
because we need to fly you hear a bitch, we need to fly
I'm walking around the city again and I am so familiar with all these expanses
And the scored number answer is that I will come soon and there is nothing to argue about
New night we are in the same rhythm
Life flows down the razor blade
Life runs out to make a choice
be a beggar or at the top of the ugu

Olzhas:
so you do not do in this world you are naive
And you think that it is important for people.
No matter how much you want, but everyone on your side is on your dreams
About the car and about the house 3-HETARY.
Know do yourself and understand that they will never help you
But only if you show the road to your uncle Akim

let's not play in a short time
True, it cuts the eyes, and what does it hurt
Sorry, but you are there at the threshold for a long time
let's later be busy, I get water

You think that you have many friends, it is so but
look good at these guys, they are all zero
Your party is doomed to failure, you forgot that
There is no me in this party

Enough of flying to fly, because now I'm here
Leave your arguments your ideas, all of them have long turned
Far to water but tolerate, you will leave for a rainy day
you think I am not there, but there is my shadow there

Sami:
Hey, bro
Salam flies on the left
Yes, I'm vulgar
on call, soon to the boys
Hey Balam,
What are you going straight to us?
On the benefits of communicating, not things,
(You knew)

19 year I dream of
To leave the world, these devils
There were no problems, there were no worries
But we will draw new destinies
It is like a basement, a muzlo is pumping here
All in spirit and all through thorns
I am exactly in a year, changed so
that even fucking money will not change back

next to me boys
They say a lot, long tongue
But they are all so simple
Guy, cool
I'm with the kings
Although
There could be an aces nearby

yes, it’s more convenient when the fathers are nearby
And dozens of cars
But I'm not alone on the shop
Do you remember! next to me boys

Padaaai
I'm on the style, burst into your house,
You know the law: youth is tearing and your throne is
Padaaaai
From my songs rushing, ringing from your songs,
Synonym of your name: slag, junk and long ago

Do you hear shit?
I burst into your house in the style
I was not asked? , Yes Yes,
But I burst out the window
One thing is clear to me
All your loved ones will fall to the bottom
They did not wear quarters, the courtyards of me,
But the area
This is the one
what warms me 3 years old
the area is the one that is ready to master