Drunk Mate - Facts
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(Recall how it was ...)
The eighteenth year is the first album
A lot of dissatisfied, but it was the beginning
The children said: "Do not work!"
And my ex -love shrugged her shoulders

New material forced himself to wait
Except for the moment until they parted with her
And then a series of new cards on paper
I am a player that put his weakness on the end
I do not repent

One and nine calendar showed
On the clock to zero stupidly squeeze gas
I pour the tank again, then raise the bass
Have you noticed this parallel?

Fact
No relationship
And then filled with a syllable
Where stupidly there is no place to regret the bit
Yes, H. Yar is everywhere from the machine as a weekend

I wrote a trolley of tracks
Combining everything Storitell
Shout: "byte to the west"
Dead end?
No, just mockery
Do not understand
That the style has retained the original sound

Kretin
And you like you dashed me in a personal
"How are you? Oh. Material, brother "
Wait, you and I even a year ago
It seems like they never communicated personally

Bye Bye
We are going further, more stress
Like a diet falsehood in their crooked mugs
I'm on the bits again to get into the forehead
But why is it so difficult
It's not about Floo, which flows in the blood

Not about rhymes, BPM or panchi, skill, no
More worried that the old stencil

Epikha is ready as a miracle
Three days quarantine at the studio
Bringing all the bats writes
As long as they wrote on the Internet
That Hussein died many years ago

You are. Aly, we are e.
In the shock of the United States, and with them everything is NATO
New commentary in Institute: "Krasava"
Rats also squealed, but threw them overboard

Hole Squad
All who are needed have always been nearby
The rest for some reason
Do not loom to the release, like, “How are you? "
I'm like Wasserman
I have facts in every pocket

What you have impoverished with a spirit is facts
Among hundreds of promises your facts
Extra ruts of complaints
My facts of empty words do not forgive them
Data
What you have impoverished with a spirit is facts
Among hundreds of promises your facts
Extra ruts of complaints
My facts of empty words do not forgive them

I should give out more, but let it wait
OK
Before the order in the soul
Yes, I just often do it.
And now in your ears these lines are in a hurry
Expected by longpley?
I will give you something that, alas, will not make you be silent for a long time
As if I'm already in her
(Check)

As a paramedic I will fly on Bitlo
This miracle treats me, as long as a notebook is clogged
I break through in a word to see their nature
Everything that is not nailed to the floor, instantly flies out the window
A thousand bazaars will not help earn money
You are behind your back as Bazarov, only something is dissatisfied with something
I would quickly take you out, like garbage before the fence
But I have important things and constant dwells
(Rave)

I will take out anyone who has a lip
I am stupid to eat.
If you are here, there is somewhere a couple of years before the tour
Then I will definitely write fit with Dre
And no matter how I try to fill up, like
I'm not the hard, rap is bad, rhyme like a sucker
To learn how to read
You should replace with Mike Zassy Bong

Okay, we summarize
Anyone who stirred a garbage
Then wants to be justified immediately
After all, to those who think that he is a pussy
It's a shame that they will say otherwise
And shouting after, sobbing and crying
Like, I'm just Ander, okay?
People, disagree, here is Ander I
You are trite in a drop of talent in you
(Bitch)