Чья-то тень feat. 7th, Мастер Сливаться, BANNED PRODUCT - G. G.
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Эти ниггеры базарили хай скул
But they are blown off the bullet
I don't pick up the steering wheel because I gas
I shoot with two hands
Your chance to beat me is zero
What are you hiding there in your mouth
The spit of a moron is a spit
This creature left a hole in my heart
Spit in fucked but I don’t spit in the soul
My cheekbones my gotham fell asleep now not to fall asleep
I change the passwords Crysteps fucked paranoia
The demon laughs and splashes saliva
There are no cartridges left in my hands an ax and I divide it equally
Crings are circling overhead
Another day another fight
My city is saved I have home after Tusa
I'm fighting about the laying they all use something
If you are from the streets who is the enemy who is an ally
I felt no difference
I cut all threads like scissors
Fell, put the plantain scored and sat down on the track
I will not leave my brother in replacement, I do not ask me anything


I will love a hut
While you are under the powder
Kalpaki in the morning all the steps confused
Fuck a scooter bitch scooter
He gave outbatures to the lips
The dude came out of the Club
This is not


I am stupidly well -read
In the body of the well -fed
WTF?
This bit was killed by me
I experienced a lot
The mountains are forgotten
They are divided with me, only true rhythm.
My Nikgas No Criminal.
I'm an a black
Bit bite in a couple of seconds.
Big Fact
Click - bang! No fool!
And there are no packets for trabels
Where I myself set fire to these forms
You wanted, Andr? So get it!
Rap alone, this is my paradise
No seals. In fact, know -in -law.
I have not seen my coffin. Inadequate sob.
So it turns out. I saw the bottom.
People dangled. Where is the look at the ceiling.
Their roles have changed. Pull shit.
Lost in themselves. I took out a lesson where faces shove themselves in some.
Black plays. Like a mantra.
It grows and beats the soul. White sand.
Where is Lin? Pour under the battles of chimes.
The pen will replace the poet with a pen.
Rhymes heal all old injuries.
Blunt will not take the words from the author.
Rap will not take the karma from the nigers.


More than one kg
Kassyak gives me hp
NIS Skat GG
I did not observe traffic rules


Emptiness in the pocket and soul of emptiness
I know who gets where and I know who has already taken
We look high, roof, stake, beauty
Smoke goes into the clouds, a line flies behind a line
I do not have time for my thoughts after fast
I can’t sleep again, man
While you are dreaming there
Rap dense distribution, you in cities
While the microphone is in her hands, the crowd in the hall opened the shazam
The gray sky leads longing for passers -by
Strong wind, breaking through a jacket, got to the skin
Maybe I had to stay at home all the same
I get up in the hallway and spend this day lying
I wanted to do something in the morning, but I got up as always at two hours
Today I better much better than yesterday
In touch with lads, all 24 hours
Fuck business, fuck work and fuck the one who came up with getting up in the morning


AAAAI
You think everything in this life you know ...
But the photo only quickly flicker in memory
I need to change the course, confuse all the movements
After all, we are from the tribe where smoke is extracted from plants

There is no more doubt ...
I see dreams less and less
Better shut up
While the lines continue to burn the sheets
Between the two capitals
At the height of the flight of birds
There are no boundaries
It is priceless only time
There are no doubts about

We need to throw off the voltage
Rap rushing me, as a gloomy neighbor presses me behind the wall!
I am divorced with my wife, now idle
Sleep calmly my paranoia I'm with you now
Seded the seed ...
Rapper you, right?
But only with the prefix Damo

Our Crado be a poet
Few people know about it
Do not see further gap
Tactics are easy for all with us.
Behle


Not one kg
Kassyak gives me hp
NIS Skat GG
I did not observe traffic rules