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2012
Execution - Framm
Music - Framm -Music Prod.
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2012 I'm all here
Everything is the same here
I see from the window how houses are being built
New fasts or high -rise buildings
I drove a lot of time while there was March
And it doesn't matter the main thing that will happen next
Information comes from the monitor
It seems to me that the left did not even believe it himself
While I halowed the sound someone wrote something
How myself normally rivet the minus
The rain will end the rainbow will appear
I never wrote from a third person
Well, I don't know if I will write like that in the future
If someone is very asking for Naplijaty himself
Mobile phone rang, I didn't wait for a call
Time night quickly threw text
The melody rolled everything
You have to hurry a lot of things
Sat watching time quickly flew by
I thought something in my head is settled
These bits were born blue in white
He began early in the spring in the late summer
Braking mp3
Otherwise something accelerated in the power of mere mortals
I do not live in the rap station of all Rus'
And I do not regret it continues to do it
Rap rap things
We live in the world that we themselves created
With many people with beautiful areas
With a large piggy bank of knowledge and millions of buildings
Yes, of course, those days were better
But you have to think about good
And not be distracted by extraneous things
Which kill the brain as alcohol liver
How the reinforcement breaks the tower
I am not aka not overcame, but fucking as before
Look around here only our
You can’t say anything else in the porridge
In a dull room, they also hang
Old Pokes I saved them once
The most important thing is that there are friends in life
On the other, cotton wool, as it were, was not a pussy
No matter how bad it was without them anywhere
Know the guys yourself with friends does not matter
This is perceived easily yes
Without any difficulty or something else there
I am happy about the albums of my beloved performers
Let their tracks be so vile
I still wish what I wish for myself
Respect to all of ours is normal for Lyuba
I'm not interested in what is in Moscow
I have enough of my news from the city of the district
I can't find the numbers of some people
Somewhere the SIM card Megafon is lost
When the weather is getting better what weather forecasters say
Cooks cut cheese into small slices
Athletes convey the baton to each other
And I'm here and now I read it
I have already lost my account what kind of verse is going on
Maybe the first maybe the fifth may be the ninth
The last infa was incomprehensible
But I didn't get confused no
Snow will fall out so after six
Or maybe before there is always something to read
The next winter, the album may not soon
But time will fly like a sports car in races
Yes, something changes somewhere else
Not at all as before very much in the new
And I'll look from the window again
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