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There are no other classes here in general
Except to think and read
But if it's tired
It is not a sin to think of reading
I don't work with my hands
It's hard to raise me in the morning
Ate alive returned home
And immediately flopped into the bed
How to play sports
How to read a microphone
Write all about the same
And rhyme on the verbs
I love walking more
I prefer to ride a hare
Dressed as appropriate to everyone
And they don't poke a finger on me
More than once in the metro cops of the shmanali
Looking for a knife and a pistol
In pockets, a trifle and mobile
My lunch took the whole bag
I really don't like cars
And a request in the back to smoke
And for smoking indoors
I sometimes want to kill

I don't miss at home myself
I have a mega mom at home
After the movie Malakhov +
Walking to the Universum
I forgot how old I am
Remembrance spaces since then
How the Internet was connected
I'm not shy about talking
About the fact that I have a problem
Let even one
But every day it is a system
Systematically kill traffic
I am obsessed with distributions
So far, normal types
Fry Dur at their dachas
I'm with my beloved girl
I communicate more often on the Internet
But where else besides the network
Could we meet in the world
I quote your comment
You quote my back
Here is the territory of freedom
Where there are no prohibitions
Easy to find what I need
Just indicating the format
And if I suddenly get out of the way
I will restore clicking back

Someone keeps a diary
Inside writes words
Sits himself above the table
The head bowed
Displays something with a pen
Afraid to show
For reading
Even the mother will be surprised
And I'm keeping a diary
But I don't hide it
Now I am from him
I'll read something to you
I was at work yesterday
Today I will be at home
I ate sour apples
I took me a bruise
Come on, I'm joking
Why write it
I just think that
In vain time to lose
I am with the soching of songs
I dedicate all the time
From your personal life
I illuminate events
I believe in sport son
How people believe in God
Just an hour for a day
Believe it is not a lot
Put the food on the side
Let the spoon wait
So far, Vadim is a killer
On biceps Buy takes
Then he reads a plunger
There is enough breath
This is the secret of the son
Sport RAPU helps
Sutra fell off
The circle ran
A little accelerated
And gave everyone to overcame

I came up with words myself
The tool is not mine
Although there could be mine
Who cares
Dance with me
This is no longer rap
And not even hip-hop
Drives from your columns
Some kind of greyhound gop
It's time to finish
I’ll be piercing right now
I will do anything
So as not to wash the dishes
I quickly cleaned
And then I continue
I teach nights and text
Then I read purely
I write faster than
Cyprus are born
Rabbits are getting off
Pigs get fat
I will reduce the font by 2 times
And I will remove the field
I write for a line with a stitch
What I am having fun
Let this form of creativity
Leads me to extremes
But wins in the plan
High musicality
I will not differ punchline from Skils
I am attacked by Floo
Spring has come to shine the sun
I’m already warm to everyone

There is still half a minute to listen to the track
And you will understand me just understand how a person
I do not pull the time right now, as the wires rubber
You yourself leaned on the play button and got into this valley
Under this cool minus Eminem Crazy
I rolled this not complicated verse in 20 hours
I have already done everything you just rest
Said what I wanted to go, I'll put tea
5 seconds are left and only a couple of lines
Remember one rule son
The lesson ended when the call rings