GOKILLA - 140 BPM
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1 round

I somehow didn't even think to be different
Hiding the jacket under the jacket muddy type
While Stttit Zalupno-fashionable Fyn Fyn
Recharge the hotels under the bits of wtius in this world, Grahm Ma Fahya.

Caravan goes forward, dogs bark
So ahead for a year I do not understand
As they appear in the mouth, genitals appear
I, like Nikolaev Igor
There are 5 reasons to notify your rap
It is necessary to turn the brain
This is a bandwall, selected keys.
Your ass broke the door fuck chip.

Flying without a knock - it is a bitch
Your chica loves your rap only without sound
She was hanging with us
When we hear the voice on the phone: "Where are you bitch?"

These pedals at my feet
And while they drag back to you
But not yet hung on the kimono's belt
Do not go home this fucking dove

You copy Cheney - copywriter!
So do not leach - that's all the cards on the table
I threw a summary at Headhunter
Dolboyb, I'm not a bayter I am a migrant worker.

2 Watch:
Fucking fag your grahm not rady
Thick, nyashny, like Teddy Teddy
Wagon Zalyup Your Menu Menu
After all, people like you I fuck in Bishkek

Fuck on batlah, fuck on the fest
You are not like an anniversary, there are no aggression in you
Throwing a stick like a muster yani
Fuck your mother you will get dick

Bitch in the ass This is your BPM
Your chick fuck through polyethylene
Under the track "Marabu" - ATL
Add to cart Balls like a NBA player

RAP RAP
We have a technique
I gathered a lot, but in the mask technique
Guys cry, but I'm not sorry for them
After all, last time I was a gigan

Fucking hole her fucking Khovan
You wore her vagina to restoration
You seem to ask but you so alone
Why does this bitch call you a Chushka?

Your friend is blue, you fuck Dalonik
He removed the pants - his sword is shared
You call it - "Treat your tailbone"

Treat your tailbone, on the bits I will treat your tailbone
Don Digi-Don will beat on the cheeks
Let you not face but splunch I cum
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Rotten punches, govnikov
Caught you in a circle like an enigma cult
Your vidos like a battlefield
But, fuck, I knew a book better than the film

Hey Pidril, Grahim Rapper
You wanted to 8 and climbed in teremok
This territory for me is a shot
Little Dwarf, I flew like Dragon Verbor

Crocodile style, devouring your rap
Like gourmet fecalia
You read so fast, Flea poverty
DoubleTime is a smokers
My freestyle is a great elite
Did not take the Kazakh - here's a small fag
I took tickets, flew to Rashi
Fuck Kazakh, Kyrgyz drags!

Without passing psyched pines
Explosion on the bit will envy IHIL
This Click Clack Band beat, yes bruises
Your brother player plays blue whale

I caught a rooster - it's a grah legend
Злой нигерок только по уикендам
Style, not a translation
Bat bolt
You are all like one, as if manicon Bitch!

2 Watch:
Flying into the bit, does not hide my style
These rapper remained children
I hide candies, knives, pistols
When you're visiting the cartoon
Bear Gammi Plus Coca-Cola
Pokemon on maps, half schools
We played hands
But the coup of this card
Will deprive you just half thets

You are not Battle, Timo, you are studio worm
And no more than just a dear person
And instead of calling you a bold: "Dick"
I will just say: "Member"

Your voice like a lair
Panci Cal.
Pisyun, like a rabbit
Smoke swollen like in that video
Fuck bro you would die from blow

Here on the CD, my Flou is distributed to pussy
Children up to five years
Advise listening to your yabno right rap
I am fifty kids
Skin on the treatment for those who say:
"Timo Cool Bash for clipping"
Unshakable like steel
But today it will fall as cookies