DCP feat. Goul de Meal - TaRaSS
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Our people do not like to read
And this is the main problem:
And what is so, my friend is not a freak,
He saws a log at the dacha.

But despite the shortcomings,
And not finished rinks,
You should read this fairy tale
Otherwise, you will eat a poop.

All this was in December,
Although January was, the beginning.
And to be more precise to me,
For the New Year, history mumbled.

Then everyone was here,
DJ, Kirbos, and a chemist with us,
We stood on the roof in the darkness,
And with joy on Lexus they sucked.

The epic began here,
As soon as the chemist, suddenly realizing
What is looking at the DJ gun
Compared 3 and 17, picking up.

DJ noticed, and noted,
That people like the subject
I got courage, hanged
Your weapon is in the light.

Here I am also interrupted with Kirboos,
I have a name, by the way, Dzehemen,
So, and here we seemed to be
We were puffing for Paris Senman.

They looked at their sticks like that
And looking where the light,
We were proud of our ten
As in Hungary, a stubborn cadet.

And the chemist, almost crying,
Decides to throw out his prot.
DJ, laughing, straightening Gacha,
Persuns its urinary turnover.

And here is a salute, here is the time of midnight,
We stand, look at the colors
Which explode against the backdrop of dark
Without burning heaven.

Kirbos got drunk at all then,
Already before going out into the yard
He rucked the glass of 30
And the scarlet was like a tomato.

On the roof he decided to joke
And run to the other edge,
Not realizing that point blank
It costs a DJ, and inserting the barrel into it.

But did not worry him,
This phenomenon, creation
Considered amigo his
And he started, not noticing regrets.

He rushed, not knowing what and how there
And he quickly caught up with him
Suddenly I remembered the quote
She helped me .. "I am your station."

I ran, faster than Bestlbek
DJ and the chemist were behind.
They did not know how to run faster,
Shards stuck, even die.

Here we have already reached
Almost to the edge of our roof,
Suddenly Kirboos, slowed down,
There mice rustled in front.

He was scared and dived
To the yard alone from the steep edge,
While flying, scaredly sang
"Station, open me the gates of paradise!"

But there was a cadet below,
The one came from Hungary,
He took off his pants, took out the device,
And he aimed at his anal.

DJ saw, squealed,
And he calculated all the sins,
Ducked behind the kirbo, so that there
I wanted to save him anal.

And we stood, thought
I had nothing to lose
The chemist dropped from the roof,
Ah yes for a kirbo, go fly.

Already all flew up, to the subject of Hungarian,
Yo Mama!
I saw a DJ neck
How he shakes her mouth to manature ...

I stand on the roof, turning
I see our pussy in a row,
All of us, with a smiling grin,
My car is for a parade.

And I understood everything at that moment
Kirbos did not run from us
I haven't seen anything at all
All this was the cognac "Taras"

And suddenly the driver appeared
We shouted together here:
"Run to Stockholm, more precisely, no,
More precisely in the pad, the warm all. "

We fled faster than the wind
Not noticing anything
Suddenly, Kirbos stumbled against a log
The elevator lay it.

DJ who beat logs
(Dada, it would be)
To score he break on the knee,
The latter, out of pity for him ..

It's dark in my eyes, I seemed to sleep
I'm afraid a little, well, okay.
And now, I see the light in my eyes
I feel very cool here.

I stand on the roof, turning
I see our pussy in a row,
All of us, with a smiling grin,
My car is for a parade ...