beattonarko - спасательный круг
текст песни

Maybe for revenge?, Vryatli because of starting up,
You love to criticize these notes.
There is no fucking tribe ..., bitch not bacheliiii,
No one asked you to turn on this track ...

Look, the neighbors are blue again ...
I will meet them with Sigami like a mission ...
No, not brigbling, but we can’t stand it ...
The view of the drunk Arkashi and his rotten lip ...

And he walked like you when it was two -thousands ...
He began to get lost later, dressed dirty ...
Swing in a yellow bed to sink ...
By the 30th winter I waited for amputations ...

both Noooh .. said the Boogo punished ...
Now it is waiting for the end of the account of his years ...
It is chained Josko, although without shackles ...
Alcohol ruthlessly takes away the fathers ...

The legs dragged on the old stool ...
Almost wearing a loop ... Life let go to death ...
Who will answer? Who ordered this?
What a dick rushing the flow of bluish flattery?

There Messi Leonel is all in the struggle for Bars ...
And we are behind a hash in a wheelbarrow with bass ...
Ganzhubas once introduced the plan ...
Now we erase the nostrils with a powder fucking ...

Remember mom has not forgotten herself yet ..
Look at the pictures ... there was one family ...
It is useless to blame someone now
Now I covered Batu with a 2 meter layer of earth ...

There was completely alone ... Smoke helped to think ...
At some point, it became different for himself ...
Many sad rhymes have been accumulating ...
Milita bit when he released amphitamin ...

Hey you? Hide in a show -off point ...
Your rap is as stupid as all your dreams ...
A dick with him can be a shirt ...
but Vryatli with EITM ramp what will turn out

I did not expect myself, but the masses begin ...
write phrases in statuses from these tracks ...
Braza Pagoda ... I did not enter right away
that numbers 350 will be able to become contagious ..

I would not have to lose Muse-Duru ...
For her sake, I blow so much ...
Mary Vana replaced us with a guru ...
has become many rescue circles ...

And wherever it always sounds in the ears ...
Text for tracks especially after hash
Barely breathing shout: Sha !!! ..
Miserable bastards with DNA of dirty mouse ...

Small step, but do not plug like a ishak ...
I smoke and do not drive a murderous slag in the veins ...
became thin as a hose ... Huli went wa bank ..
relied on this strange rapak ...

you are not rushing, you have invented a ghetto for yourself ..
The hike from under the caps of the brain blown away by the wind
Your goal is to cut down a butterfly on your verses ..
And I will overdo it to the poor

In torn sneakers under the hood, pale ..
As if not a prisoner at a prukh ...
It seems around, secret agents ...
who interfere with the bitch ... to become at least someone ...

Forget those who seem to have hidden
You would need to rub them into dust
Now micro and bit, leave life meaning
I don't know how you are, but I torment the fast ...
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