Costeel - На Прицеле
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You didn't see how I came to life
You don't know how I died
I'm on the bullet, you're on the barrel
I pouted you and I
Instead of spice, threw chalk
You yourself wanted him
Rumors go, spirits roam
Pluchs arrive at you
You die of hunger
You choose to throw off the nal
To us rather on your pocket
After all, you are a damn drug addict
And now we will chop cache
Raising Nalik up
We rise from the bottom
After all, it is easy to be a huckster
We score a new blat
Wrink Purple Drank
Doping force, doping nal
This is a ghetto, our quarter
I have grown here since childhood
Recruiting arsenal
Subcultures merged in me
I am dying in my dream
I give these dogs excellent
After all, they are on the bustle
Every day in the calendar
We are in full swing of all
And on this wave of hype
We put on our armor
Two trunks, body armor
And fly into this rap
On the game like on the wave
We dissect every day
Neither copied nor baitil
I created a style for myself
My tracks are like in a greenhouse
I myself raised them myself
Call me Costeel
I absorbed all the tracks
My tracks like Bullet
Haughty, absorbed
You missed my headshot
You grabbed a bastard-fool
It was a pink
We are on the spike track
We grow up as if yeast
Be extremely careful
Leaving us alone
Uncontrollably combat
Standing on the front lines
Let's get up all of us stripes
Cashing the surge
Going around the whole country
I will capture the plan