Johnyboy - Рак культуры
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I am Rick Ross Bita today
In paradise not just fly in the underworld
Let's drop the masks, hear the masses of the voice
MS dogs baskervilles, too red eyes
Pancham, rhymes, place of place here
I blow myself, it happens, but is that all the rap
Of those who are at the top, only Vasyok and Vanya are solidly tormented
My future hut Snoop Dogg, everything is in the Tumat
I am not a moralist, my fury rides from me
RUREP is a minefield, here all the heels are blown up
Only children listen to you, it's time to think here
Rappers blow like Karenina, they will die under a pawn
Your life does not care, no think - I do not care
But don't ask me, you hear a fierce chiz drug
But you don't hear me for the sake of glory, you use the topic
While going to the red carpet, you are content with white

I am walking past you again, who will give strength?
So as not to sweetly see you, throw evil in you
But culture of lung cancer, now
Let's raise the world, honestly, all I need
This is my hall, my hall, my hall ...
This is my hall, my hall, my hall ...
This is my hall, my hall, my hall ...

Maybe I'm inadequate? Perhaps I'm drunk and sick
But I seriously intend to burn the entire hemp field.
Then catch the buzz and fly away higher, more
Do you hear? Higher. Do you hear? Higher.
Ha ha. Yes, I will fuck, I'm here
If I suddenly write a similar rap, I lie.
I myself am not without sin and I believe that you are not morons
But rappers do not need ether, except perhaps dietille.
Johnny, who are you treating? Are you complaining? - hell no!
After all, you like Jenna Jameson dabble hard, yes.
For your hypocrisy you will fall from the tower of the bottom,
After all, you collect cones through the forest as a clubfoot.
I don’t dare to use someone fucking, I don’t dare to forbid
But tell me only why read all the time?
If I were with you, there would be neither leadership nor taste
But my fag tusa did not fall on the bolt.

I am walking past you again, who will give strength?
In order not to sweetly see you, to throw you out.
But culture of lung cancer, well, up
Let's raise the world, honestly, all I need
This is my hall, my hall, my hall.
This is my hall, my hall, my hall.
This is my hall, my hall, my hall.

My rap is struggle, my rap is a blow, my rap is confrontation
And next to you, next to you, hear, it is disgusting to stand me.
They are more famous, I don't want to join them
You look at them, yeah, vegetarians alone.
Only you can support me, listener
Vladimir respect, but I was tired of composing dreams.
I want to now release the album to drain their top,
Paulon's goal is our change hip -hop.
I am like an eminent, Bow. I am like white among blacks.
How else to explain this seething ..
You would become a resident of the community where everyone is repeating,
"Putin to hell with the presidential drug addict!" ?
Each scum to remove me so often likes to dream,
But only in a dream you will be able to kill me Cruger Fradi.
I want to enjoy the fact that I'm not in pop
Because 2012 End is to you all.

I am walking past you again, who will give strength?
In order not to sweetly see you, to throw you out.
But culture of lung cancer, well, up
Let's raise the world, honestly, all I need
This is my hall, my hall, my hall.
This is my hall, my hall, my hall.
This is my hall, my hall, my hall.