halloween, мц похоронил - КАК-ТО ПОХ
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Halloween:
I somehow fuck
I burst into your block - hey, dad at home
I am on the bits like a demarotas
How to piss your catacombs
OK
Who is further into the ladies?
Suddenly one flew I am on your pati
Your sluts in dresses scorch on me
Knock the nonsense out of you - Mavashi is enough
City of roads? No, we are children of villages
I exhale my bong - this is the wind of change
Your dangerous block - die out of laughter
Is this your rap god? but does not believe Eminem
Fuck ... everyone for himself
Everything that is important to me is my family
A flock of hungry children
Do you want hip-hap, so give them Mike
Shah-Mat in one move
While you hal your big bon
I go wa-bank like Tinkoff
We need dough and rington
And what do you want to fuck?
On the contrary - a dead man
Be easier, damn it
You are not what you want
You are what you can
The syllable is antediluvian
Floo is monotonous
Occupied your throne like a catfish cat
Pocyk yells - my house is this compon
On the forehead with dick - this is how you are cucky
My Rubicon - there is no crossing here
Hey, large -sized
Do not confuse the shores
I am not a friend or an enemy
Not Kurt Vonnut
I look deeper - Rinnegan
I see- Brutus, renegade!

MC buried:
What do you call the game?
Where to look at the result?
She spins, turns, and what?
I am Still from the Block and on the bitu
What do you call hip-hop, b-boys?
Movement, when thanks and fuck
And you fall face down on the floor
Not Hanbars, but run to the house, do not stand
On the way, sucker. Hey, Dragdill
You spoil the air, you have fed you
Pierced the bottom, Digga digs under you
The color of your gang fuck me is a clove
Listen here it turns out like this
If I'm a chapel, then I'm a master of a bit
Rappada, and my fault is not water
You don't read with dantime, I rewind it
I'm on a news
Better in YouTube it is
New russky koknet dead dull hopper
From one verse
Ponte as the Rap Law
But we pound their coffin, the old hook on the micro
Touched the bottom between the lines
Put it for repetition
From the very first safer, the series is straight in your player
Right now it will be a challenger to boast of every Emsey here
And not in dancing near the wall to sing piercing songs
Many people wanted to show in TV
That he is not like five years ago
Fadeev bastards from these streets of these streets
Yes your voice children would fuck Golik
But
I'm on a news
Better View too Better
New russky koknet dead dull hopper
From one verse
Ponte as the Rap Law
But we pound their coffin, the old hook on the micro
Touched the bottom between the lines
Put it for repetition