AllTheSame - Благими намерениями
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Little by many I read poetry for the good only,
On the wake of the elements, two hands in the blood along the elbow and
For the good, all lines are mostly overwhelmed by sharp
for the benefit of mockery and mp3 shock,

There is no rooster in life, but when with an opponent a visa,
No need to tell me here, they say, like without insults,
The opponent’s neck has grown so cheerfully,
We all fight for the sand castle here, only in an adult way,

There would be no goodness in a couple, it would be buzz, I would not steam,
I did not bother to find out what he would carry on me,
He would have made a track worse, but I am angry with the bazaar,
And the judges would tell him abruptly like that, well, man, that's it.

Each new rival says that he will easily drag
But the opinion is changing ... Hearing a couple of panchiks, also
Repers are afraid of me ... even to hit me in the back, at the same time,
They are dumped from roofs more often than we are on beer on purple,

They say to me, listening to the songs, what the garbage, kid?
You have a tact in your chip as a post for unbelievers is not respected.
But even Malakhov will say in spite of your battle,
That my departure will be like menopause at twenty, there is too early.

I do not see that someone dripping a mountain of passion is dripping from rap,
but the benefits of power are no more than from a glass of plastic,
I can't understand what it is ... Toli vision, felts of sleep,
But I see how my village Samara becomes a metropolis,

you don't thump, it is just a bad mouth.
On the last birthday, it is better to drink on the first day of the funeral,
Your ideas - snot you drag a handkerchief,
And I carry the bottle with a good idea with a good idea,

Despite the fact that in fact there are only poison in my ventures,
In my tracks, as a damaged gun, the information is lame,
I do not pursue that the chicks cry under my bits,
it doesn’t matter what the song is about the song about what you have for the good and

On the battles it passes so rarely clean with every keel,
Rap-Russia is not a culture, but there are tops and roots here,
I am not trying in every possible way to make a splash above my brains,
But after the fight, I do not wave my fists, but more often I lower the trigger

This is a Republic, because there is no three about everyday life and fornication at all,
Sitting for the text, our good ballabol-poet takes,
And I take offbit, rhymes, punching I sculpt on the left rhythm,
In general, everything is only in some way that the referee requires

I'm not fashionable ... Yes, I am against VIP persons, capes, heights,
My style is so old that sand is poured from it when serving
If you are unbearable so here is my old -wings,
Consider that after the battle with me in a couple, the guy you swallowed the sand,

Do not think to fall to the floor, Dim, although here the battles fell below,
At these contests, it does not fall, who licks the twenty -first finger,
I expose Goodwin, removing the golden cloak of shadows,
your spell is not buzzing, because there is almost no normal panche in them,

We will not meet soon, but most likely in hell, yes,
I showed that I am risky on the sixth fire, blowing,
It is necessary a little fuel - vodka, and two buckets, brother,
And our last hero Goodwin will go out on the bits.

To remove the shame from the treads of the repertttion,
I have to educate them, and I start with the basics,
Check for VK, did Durov remove you,
And did you read summer literature

Almost every verse of meat is trying to do,
And my intentions, apparently, are clear for everyone,
I break the re -regions, but know, I am far from Vandal I
I am guided by a good idea - in fact a capture,

After this pair, the hero’s power is sharply disappeared,
Career became like a line from segments here - broken.
You say you will smash me by personally arranging me
But you are carrying no more than beer drunk waitresses,

Your Republic is already too unnecessary, but my weighing in a ton,
I need a battles for this, like a roof over my head by the homeless,
My rhymes are designs from Lego, but they are composite,
And at the ends of your remarks, only the phrase "sos" will sound from now on,

Twen of the forum, do not forget passwords and logins,
After all, our hip-hop, after your pussy, grows like Pinocchio's nose,
If you want to know how I urine, well, here the pancake is simple,
After a couple with me, you will not be driven by good Win but Bad Loss,

This is not a joke, because Goodwid