babangida - пархатое интро
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Again on a micro dick in a mask
I am a soloist, a vocalist, like Nikolai Baskov
Throw Baska, bite fucked in a tr.
Hood master, woman here, and who are you
Zhid, like Kiryuha Tolmatsky?
What have you done for hip-hop in your years
Painted his lips, put on tights?
Forgot my roots, did not remember what I told you
You are bluish like Vladimir from caste
You compose dreams, you chase the holes with the guys in the hole
You drop soap in the bath
Three stripes were replaced by Gucci and Armenia
I drove everything like Fedya Emelianenko
Was in respect, now they are covered with dicks
But it seems to fuck, Laveha warms up pocket
You sculpt your excuses, not until old age to fade away
It's time to get on a rainy day
And set up a point under the shelling of Mudil
There was a simple re -rod, but the business was sophisticated
And I'm one of those veterans that have not begun
It seems to me 15, I still tear the ace system
And rush for the word work
Does not seduce a long ruble, but it shakes the cue ball
I am a loader, I will load you with my stories
Love with branches, Ravshan and Jamshut
Zigat me aptly, parachute flies
The steam locomotive rides, the wheels knock
The fungus is eaten, covered Malekho
And I am for right and healthy lifestyle
But brother, the situation is deplorable
So many roosters divorced in hip-hop
What kind of cheek they tuck a bolt willingly
Laws are not written for them
Their Codla, brother, where this is seen
Minorities have become a majority
And I, like Benjamin Spock, bring up children
Generally fuck, old Bob is again on the bite

Parkhachi swing, shake with kips
While we throw zigi while we are