DAS - BALAGUR
текст песни

Here brother is my desk fact, here the bit fell yes

Killed Tupak Fak, thrown on a hit brother

Tupak Fak is killed, here the bit fell yes

Throw it on the hit, don't lose yourself



Pure thoughts vice, shadows close the doors to the house

Memory went away, do not hide under the ceiling

Nerves to hell, what is it, thoughts wholesale

I don't want ah, Ah was pilate

Good bad, through the clouds of the prize

Upward

You are a balagur, smoke a dumplings, move Paris Hood, Brighton

Hear here

House of Freedom that for a long time under the cap

Come on, let's take it

Chicks in cars we are in paradise

If you want to take the money



Here brother is my desk fact, here the bit fell yes

Killed Tupak Fak, thrown on a hit brother

Tupak Fak is killed, here the bit fell yes

Throw it on the hit, don't lose yourself



Money, bitches, Pinki, teas, you can’t fuck yourself

Do you want a cupcake, you want a pepsik, the world will be bent, you will be angry

Uty's paths, someone jokes, you are serious, our people

Right now it will catch up with the click on the oil, the Floo is dangerous, cry dizaster

I don't oxy, to be honest, you won’t get off, don't fuck

Music is absorbed by the basins, on the pedal

Hey let's light, all areas, cities

This music of not sad bit has fallen and so far



Here brother is my desk fact, here the bit fell yes

Killed Tupak Fak, thrown on a hit brother

Tupak Fak is killed, here the bit fell yes

Throw it on the hit, don't lose yourself