ТЯЖЁЛАЯ АТЛЕТИКА feat. Билли Ногами - ФРЕГАТ
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Yes, yes, I hear voices there
Your big-nosed Santa brought bags
And rain immediately fell
Hide and seek with your mind
With the look of a killer whale on rags, I will tear the meaning of life
Grind it with the heel
My style is spotless
Mushrooms are not honey mushrooms
We were on the twenty-fifth
They fired from the balcony into the sky
On its shelves are icons and a volume of Onegin
The lights in the room are dim, she's wearing leggings
He wants a show like a fight with blacks
After all, it contains powder and you have a parachute (bong sound)
In this world of wonders you are nothing more than a buffoon
And only weight kills absurdity
I break the rhymes into the essence, I hammer in the oblique
I wash down all the fuss with the coolness of my mind
The whole truth is in actions
TA is injuries
It was explained to you clearly

This Santa blew me away
Almost caught something muddy
Vomited up a muddy treasure into its composition of flour from Italy,
A body stolen from a jewelry store was found in the river,
Politicians talk shit about precipitation on TV,
Dolphins are like whiners
On opiates, he introduced me to his parents,
Pelevin's volume eaten at lunch
The poison dissolved in the blood sounds of the Yeti
Fingers to the sky at the easel
I brewed my red robe with mold,
Progress smells like cheese, retirement is coming soon,
Goddaughter is wearing thin leggings,
I fucked up the whole session with mefchis.
I have a parachute in me, catching the subtlety of messages
Prada or Fendi you are all snowdrops
Girls will get fucked out of their pockets
I attacked myself fucking hard again I feed the demons

Velvet vibe about what happens in life
Sniffed boxing gloves covering face
Longing often presses the endless space under the scalp
You'll catch the virus even after sex on Skype
In kind thug life like a bitch crumbles flava
And the fact that fates are difficult is the specificity of the genre
Shit surrounds us
My style on the classics is rusty
I wasn’t going to run away so they beat me with knives
For some reason your women always adored us
With a stranger I always have an elastic band on my sting
I wrote my lyrics as if with blood on a tablet
The tram cut off your legs and you feel sorry for the pedals
It’s no problem, you have to try all the options
Answers give rise to even more questions
Sometimes it's good to wake up with fucking purple
Weightlifters' verse for a century
flies

Yes, I found out your motives Ruslan
I'm wearing a TA hoodie and a ton of thoughts flow from this tone
I'm far from talented, but I put total pressure on the pedal
We drive west to the areas of Los Santos
Beset Elvis as Big-Nosed Santa
We put out gifts in bags
Composition of chemicals in gifts
It sucks when a jerk flies into the house
And we are in a careless frenzy
Time in the morning is so confusing
Yes, I haven’t lived in virtual reality for a long time
Right now the snow is covering the mentality
I cry at night because someone lives differently
Khachi birds fly past
From the taxi drivers' speakers I hear Krug's songs
Magnitogorsk is fun to be honest
The old square is noisy and all those servants
What doesn’t live from the fall to retirement?
They're kneading dough like I'm a fraer and you're like a demon
There is a varik to put in the eblo and go to the area
But there is a note of goodness to be honest.
There is a boomer and don’t give a fuck how you calve there
There is justice and honesty
There is a bush and there is a song to
Where life will lead us all is sometimes unknown.
There are rails and a path everywhere
Lol everyone is freaking out about the lack of cash
And they walk around with a fresh fucker
All year our people dive into depression
And so, in essence, repression

And this is our song
TA 2021 end of the month fucking