Hyskillz x Greka - История одного города
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Do you believe in dreams? Do you believe that you can be lucky?
that someone will not come to block oxygen,
that there will be no end that a miracle will happen?
That is cool up, again and again only to take off.
You and those people who see a lot about freedom,
They are fascinated at the sky through the sieve,
Everything for a penny, lot behind the lot, goes under the hammer
In this city, everything has been put on stream for a long time
This life has a taste like Russian vodka
Waterfall with fire, we tear the throats
we tear fate without reading the reports,
Continuing the nihilism we put the stacks ..
In dreams ... Believing that it may be lucky
But those who do not believe our opinion does not fuck,
This is their sky, we are a second -second for them,
and a resource with a wrong set of chromosomes
And let you go healthy as Samson
Busted by wheel, but your experience is
the temple pulsates, you will not understand your syndrome
After all, the desert in the head, not paranoia and not a dream.
here for everyone even Gotham is a paradise
Do you want it? we need a minimum of a crust and a spine)
Do you want a miracle?

In this city, everything has been put on stream for a long time!
2x
This city is waiting for miracles
This city feeds the smog
as if sent from heaven
Suragat in a suit strict

3x
This city feeds the smog
Suragat in a suit strict
You built yourself a picture of the perfect place
In it, all the mechanisms are one, that behind it is a semblance of an impenetrable quest
Where they do not play in who will pull anyone, from whom someone will take without returning anything
Who climbed up will go through those who lie with bones
No equivalent above all
You built yourself a picture of the ideal city of the city
Where do not go in other people's footsteps by force
Will be empty and everything in it will die from hunger
With a childish look, looking at him, nothing forever doubts
There are no utopias that everyone knows and believes perfectly in it in the city
You built one of your best creations with your hands
From under the feet they will not knock out roads, none of your hands in the alley will be knocked out
A kind of your own paradise
Where you will not have to change everything again in years
You are independent
And you breathe deeply your freedom
Sitting in silence where they do not fight for an idea or God
He lurks inside
He helped you create everything
The only whole world
That far from devastation is far from the war
Far from sins
Far from suffering
Far from wealth and poverty
If you were looking for the road to them
So you are looking for in vain
You built yourself a picture
The fact that no one has managed to build yet
Put all emotions with feelings so that they have no left in you
You lie down closing your eyes. How to wake up on what stopped reminding me!
But you slept all the time, because you are a child, and your city is cubes in the room

Part 2:

On the battles full mess
I am a master of attacks
I kept everything, but right now it is torn a fart
After all, there is a complete mess
All pigs are silent. I did not see what was in the table - only fucking
Shut up the bitch's mouth, if you don't like something
5 round. Then we climb the orava here all here
You can immediately lean, bitch, cheeks to anal
This attack is not PR, bitch, we have everything clear according to plan
That I am a suburb, that the capital
that I am snow, hurricane, or hail
I crossed the border in MP3 format
Cut my asshole my virtual fact
You thought you were calling money
And the agent with a contract hangs on the second line?
This is a universal! Come out! And we will make a mess with a creative mess!

Here is Universes, know who you are knitting the dog
We will be knocked out of you shit like an Emily Rose
Dig a hole, and dive with your head with your head,
Yes, you would not have suffered a climate in our city

Of course, letting go of favorites not profitable!
But victories without a track for a round? Where is it visible?
Rules in the ass of the deadline for yourself choose
Oh, how cool we have a bitter under the bit and online

Respect Josemar, we are not sorry in one column, man,
We have a mess here, and you also have a booth there, too,
Friends are heard by friends, there is a massacre,
The mind is stroke, we forgot that we can’t!

Universes! Your carrier will melt from the tracks,
We took the course, on your guru and soon we will come to mow them.
Ivsiti? ... The city of brides or performer?)
Ivsiti ... Haha ... not up to him .. check ...