Братубрат, НЕ.KURILI - Назло
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Do it, do the poisonous muscle for everyone
More things, less words, Stopudov? One hundred pounds
We twist, twist the wheel so that we do not suffer
He.kurili, brother, give us our loot
This style is not a pal, in the Gaza Strip Chil Zone
We need a sound and two microphones for a party
The most red district, we all broadcast from here
I'm like a chef a cook, this is my company dish
Click on repetition, I know you want it again
How the first time you do not feel anymore
I did not understand what I mean, Kisule needed contact
Think twice your life I will turn the bitch into hell
Life so many pierced jokes on every corner
How many do not stand on the knees, icons will not help here
This shit of tons of tons chop into battle cartridges
Fuck the location, the package flies to the areas
Everything was residoed exactly so much that I fuck everything, I am immunity
Nobody here already considers the years to us, what is there, that here is a couple of years
Bay wherever you want no longer hurt, someone is always sitting from the roots
Every day someone writes to me about fit, every day someone will definitely fuck me
This is Sima with a bazaar for life flew into you into a fucker to throw off the thrush
Rehabs for the weak and what you took out a kid Minsk and Tolyatti there and you are unlikely not heard
What drives us and who breathes with what is here, to not get used to die young
Well, how not to upset here, the mother and mother, if only gunpowder and smoke everywhere
Everything is black on me in a black seven, my soul never laughs
Jaymeson is waiting for me in our make -up artist, it is best for me to drink here on Friday
You are not corrupt yet there are no banknotes yet, I already know for everything.
You are underway to the first roads, brother, he.kurili
Do it, do the poisonous muscle for everyone
More things, less words, Stopudov? One hundred pounds
We twist, twist the wheel so that we do not suffer
He.kurili, brother, give us our loot
At least a minimum. Gyrus
Life was past us, the style of spinner
Here Kick is like a killer - a bonus
Like the ardor of the collar message
City of roads under the leash of thought
As a paradox here there is no truth (hey Mr.)
I did not change rags on Panchi, fears, fed like a bob spanch
For no reason, gathering, not a grip of a fee, justification
Damn by minks when we are under malt
Without gold, cold - yes we are bastard
But the voices are dense, we will tear the columns suitable, with the life of the pans
Yes, here, by pace, we tear the living days alive
Yes, in this world, I am not lost in a thoughtful style
Black everyday life here in a dissected world sunk at a time
Once I was struck at a time parasites dumped here.
Just do not wear according to GOST, while we drink to toasts
Pour a whip in the container, hard, rod yes, born in the nineteen
Wild leagues, mood of our sound scoop here as if from a book
Burn the steppe, put stereo, in the post on the wall to mark in instructions
Here Toti Minsk Bratubat was not smoked in the top Rils
Basses on the bottom, give out a hundred brothers we redeem the risk
Appreciate the release from our areas.
Put the sketch two logo Togliatti and Minsk
Do it, do the poisonous muscle for everyone
More things, less words, Stopudov? One hundred pounds
We twist, twist the wheel so that we do not suffer
He.kurili, brother, give us our loot
Do it, do the poisonous muscle for everyone
More things, less words, Stopudov? One hundred pounds
We twist, twist the wheel so that we do not suffer
He.kurili, brother, give us our loot