Arthur B. - Ордер на смерть
текст песни

e, e this is the Dnieper
I have my own order) with Black Jack and whores
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I will show where it is falling, misfortune
Death awaits you and two battles at once
I fuck what are you waiting for, and what are you handing over cartridges
be a sucker, your pussy, I dwells you gandons

I sleep and see fame, where I am angry and fuck the weak
where the force was added. But then the spit in the back,
where, without a prohibition, a chance to drain them gives us
In this thing on the shoulders, a rally of the Maidan

And what do you know about how to live on two heights
It’s just that what would hooked, created in spirit,
I am not from the streets, and in this you are so bad
not nigers of a deer, I will say that Tupak Loch

I'm not a warrior here, because I did not create anything
only imitated, and posted him, pretty simple
But time does not stand still, it's a verse in a puddle
there will probably be no revenge, I need a style

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Jump out of the window, if only closer to us
you staph here licks the ass, you disse here is below the bottom,
I'm like an idol for you, let's move me
I fell asleep here I fell asleep here
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And here we are Preslavuto, as if the demon had been guaranteed
But something is wrong here, you lose weight as it is
All this is weighty, dull, as if text in a bold morning
Without shine of mother of pearl, I will fuck a fishing line to us

This is the face of trouble, I praises the bits, everyone has become a moment
I am not a friend, but in this whore I stick and you
Everyone likes my rap like Pamella Andoeson's breasts
The problem is the difference, Bratutella was mistaken with the address

I will melodically explain which of us is above
who rightfully deserved the top and then survived right now
Your rap Santa Claus is believed only by children
He is not in serge, and you can correctly sing them for a long time

but I do not need to be a cop so that there would be a warrant
on the plum of suckers, there are soot, dust, you will be dumb to remember
ahaha, what are you, no
After all, about the departed well, or nothing, nonsense

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I am a brown fake rap old, click repeat Plai Restart
Killed a sucker, legs in cement, at the bottom like a bob is not in the plays of sheets
I shout to you stop, stop, close your mouth
After all, this is notes Bad, non stop, with you in the coffin

your grandfather was a fuck, in the outfit a daughter
Everyone who could fuck her. In order
Rap game is not income, keep it like an ancient stone
and that there would be a passage, I knock the door with my feet

Your rhyme for the sake of rhyme, my battle for the sake
You are outwardly Peter Griffin, my patches with this stuff
zero is zero in me, so you are struggling,
I killed you morally, and your miss beat you

I took off this slut, just to remove Strass
But there was a lot of alcohol in the veins, just fucking a mixture
She took off her things on the street and asked to take it here
but I vomited from sight, putting the cross in her price

Arthur spreads to shreds, and Jack is building a house
one hundred pounds, my staph here is all varieties variety
Bratan died, here is the gates, God
And so it is necessary, but you are diil, and therefore it is the gates of hell

All your chips, your arsenal of flattery, I
fuck you, you serve the scegles
Your best panch, "I'm a damn libron"
But this is laughter, crying, you leaked it broke