KNOWNAIM - MARUL
текст песни

[1 round, 1 part: knownaim]
This is my party, let's not tweet
After all, here we have birds - failure
You will not light up like a vape or aycos -
This is understandable in the first pairs

Without an ax once **
I will go to the firewood later -
And all your crests will be
Grace up to Golya!

Hey! You haven't caught up with it, it means to be at the helm
For you, m*Daka, is not good
You can choke on ambitions
That you are on the bits, but this is not so!

Your quotes have no grain
Do not wait for the crop, in their heads
Like a technique, there is no mind
You know, Marul, you go fuck!

So maybe you just don't rummage?
Rap is the music of two hemispheres
And it is not necessary to show the speed
If you go, so on Ferrari

Nh*th basal, I'm universal
You pumped and they wrote to you
For the sake of PR came from Kyiv
Taking [Atata] against our flotilla!

Well, you fuck ** n! I will soak you like p*osar
Yes, I'm risky, so risky
That during the detention I throw
N ** cat garbage

BAM! He flew like a cartridge!
And you fly, I did not put on g*Nadon
I sleep on you and buy a puncture
That's funny in the heads of Anton Woods!

You blindly threw from this to this
After all, stupid dashes - a chip of not my verses

I remember to "tear on bits" you fell
Fell, and did not rise a little -
My x*th has done so many times
What was already arrogant!

You should not be proud of, relax the buttocks
After all, in rap do not have to be a sprinter
When you are like this -
Remind me, bitches, printer!

Yes, I myself am a lover of a similar x*yny
Speaking completely
But I always measure the number
To answer for quality!

[Knownaim]
- E!

[1 Round, 1 Part: Marul]

[Marul]
-E-oh-ah!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!

"Mr. One hundred jambs in a row"
You are flooded with water, I have a wake
Two by three - this is my detachment
Life runs, and you strained you
The pursuit of the cash is a habit
And do not see the world to obscure yourself
The pursuit of the cash is a habit
And by the way, one of the good!
Hey! Your Floo is a miss, I am a god of thunder
You can't raise it and yes my hammer
You are like a neighbor from below, uncle!
After all, my ceiling is under my feet
Yes, bitch, I see you are a home cat
I ran away from home for what, fucking, sense?
Those Ta-Tabe and kitekat will not give
Our music is love, this is not your tray!
You confused the campaign - and you take it there!
This is not a rapper, this is a bottom, an asshole!
You would have flashed and not take it out - this is a fact!
This is a battles, and you fuck, well, so!
By three, or on the plantain
Bitch, you are cheap, much more expensive!
See these panchs? Blow on the face!
But you do not catch up, like Zaporozhets
Hey you! Zashkvar, Zashkvar! You read that you grew up on the Prague market
I, like a local, hey, you are a copy, you are a cockroach in a hotel by nature
Gray and fresh, hey, we already threw such ones even under the boots, as if under the press
In vain you climbed here, chick!

[Marul]
- Round!

[1 round, 2 Part: Knownaim]
The golden era has come - I'm fine, super -go!
Rapers, in order to sell grass during life
And you will go quickly to the bottom, even to the industry and dive
The poet should be hungry if he reads like Marul!
You are fluff, not a trap-hot! Tighten the fucking, my bolt
Scenes how the Floo sounds! You are a sucker for me, only won!
All your shitla is a template, all of you have one symptom
Eggs are like peas, at least pour synthol there!
You don't shoot, brother, revenues
If you charge at home, empty sleeves
I can give bullets on the fly with my teeth
Chewing - I get grills
I increase skills, I do not throw Porsche
You are a fucked turator, me too!
You can be called a surgeon of streets
Only I am without a knife, I will cut on the skin!
You are a mediocrity! Your card is a bit!
I saw your ass on Avito
She is stitched as his Xbox
You are lousy, because I'm a boss here!
You haven't grown, you shouldn't knit yet
On the leash I ran here to beg
Stavka, on you, gave