Black Inside - На раз два три
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Shtaket smoke many winters ago was infected with rhymes, but now I'm naughty for one two three, look, they're yelling at the microphone, they're fucking savages, we need a fire decanter of water. savages we need a fire decanter of water I love big asses tastes haven’t changed I’m flying by spotted in the area very worn cross-country shoes I’ll record a couple of albums and buy myself wheels of garbage they shove Xiva asking questions rummaging around our little ones they find cigarettes they managed to throw off they put them with their nose in the kitchen it smells like skank it doesn’t save hugo boss plasma instead of a lamp illuminates the darkness it's five in the morning the streets are silent picket smoke many winters ago I was infected with rhymes but now I'm naughty for one two three you look at the microphone they're fucking savages we need fire a carafe of water picket smoke many winters ago I was infected with rhymes but now I'm naughty for one two three, look, they’re yelling at the microphone, they’re fucking savages, we need fire, a decanter of water has melted on the sofa, next uncle Vanya’s field, the lard is softly pulling and the month of August will give gifts for the winter and don’t think badly, I just didn’t do much in the evening and I don’t give a fuck, I don’t mind sports the guys from Mohan fuck powerfully fucking portions become smaller and smaller appetites satisfy hunger I eat without a spoon