K.R.A ,Czar,1klas,Schokk,Oxxxymiron - Взрыв
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Igor Good evening, this *** will come once again with us, the order. The fact that you lagged behind or just we took and jumped, and the highway *** on the gas, this world remains a mystery to you. Do you want to fight, seriously? Come out in the sun, Internet nipples. *** In front of my eyes I welcome you, in the world of animals. No! I don’t know who you are, but I know that you are not ready. Bay-bauli toys sleep at night, and we are blowing you. Rap from the submachine, like others - we don’t need a fuck. No. But I know, too, that after the muzon your skin gets on end. Bay-bauli toys sleep at night, and we are blowing you. Rap from the license, like others - we don’t need a fuck. I always knew that I would stand here, [generation of NRS, generation without miracles, fucked!] And I always knew that I would stand here, [generation of NRS, generation without miracles, fucked up!] And I promise myself, not to miss the chance [ Time to feel power, and let others feel power! Yes, yes, yes, yes!] I always knew that I would stand here and promise to myself, not to miss [shit!] Czar: who are you fuck the disse to write? My advice to you, guy: Learn to read! I beat the lying bat, boyfriend, C.O.R. Sadist, you behave like Bitch, sit down on my stake. I break you one Punchline eye, but do not go into the game, this is our part. Do you want to fuck, whore? My dick is worth it, you want to read out, listen, I am a bite. You try to be better than I am and Syak, but I will be better if I will PART \ 's to shit. Your Bitch - Party Slut, you are going to sleep drunk, she gives everyone today - all the dicks got in a row. Types began to lie, they can like this, I will not bother you, continue to dream. All my competitors lie in the morgue, you are not Gangsta, no one, like a fresh in the zone. Your neighbor is a drunkard, your mother fucked up, your beauty goes to the brothel for a salary. Life is a Bitch, fucks all day, \ "I am, I am Hustler \" And you are just a loafer. I sell morons not coke, but chalk, you listen to my tracks, now you will get into bed. I sell my discs like grass, my tracks are fucking like a whore, you repeat my rhymes - Caccadus, I compose my rhymes when I poke. Your wife is young, it stinks very old, she loves to suck if the cheese is under a bark. You do not believe, man, everything happens in the world, your father in the basement of a syringe into the vein sticks. Say what you want, I still read better, Rap WoYSKA, Optic Russia, *** Gib Auf. 1.kla $: pour me five liters beer, I will kill 2pac \ 'A, and U \ "Fifty \" Mother. This is yours, yours - the city, this is mine, my world! This is yours, your house, this is mine, my son. / Bitch!/ You are yelling like nipples on a stick, I fucked you at school at the desk. I will tear your ass, Miss, Madame, 1.kla $ A.K.A Jean-Claude Van Damm. / Che!/ Schokk: I will not teach you - I said in the face, I am not your mother, but I fucked the scene in the ass. I am Schokk and you are right, I am hatred, bit, rap, this is BEEF, a technique and a full bag, a boss in the game. I achieved my own, you are nobody, like Sheff, Decl and League, Balabol, Fagot, appealed from Kiel \ 'I. 1.kla $: / a! / Yes, I dried, yes! You're right, I’m going by car, although there are no right. Rap WoYSKA is just the beginning, you are not Kurt Cobain, this is not \ "NIRVANA \". / A!/ Your future - Gerus eats, I fly on an airplane right in a skyscraper. This is the first Schokkk, this is the bald Kla $ A.K.a Two bosses like Jigga *** Schokk: Schokk - God, like \ "Pak \", rap - Counter Strike, I shoot on the go from the double -barrel: \ "Boom \"! Black sneakers - a new era, I'm not a white black in a baseball cap \ "New Era \". Fuck you need a fucked case. Your mother is a fat whore in an alley, waits for someone to stick to her cheek. [Stolen bitch] with such inflation - in the cut for the ruble. Kozz Porno: I read the minuses like Kul Savash, I read rap so that they would score a dick on you. (Che?) What would everyone recognize Bad Boy Style, so that rappa fans shout: \ "New R for Life \". (Yes!) In your mouth to your legs, people, eat, bitch, eat, eat, you need a shock, bif, bifal? A goat needs a cache! Pussy from the stage until you were killed, I see you - I think: \ "Fuck, you are debit \". Why are you sticking like a ram on a banana, fucking a boor! I'll give you a rotan. Your style is fucked up all of Germany, do not cigrate on me, you are not Stephen Seagal. (Hahaha) Do not fuck, you are not a woman Saad, my fans will fuck you like a woman in the ass. (Bra!) Who is the best? Let's all in chorus: forty -seven, forty -seven, forty -seven, forty -seven! (Strictly up!) This is my road, (up!) Because I read strictly (up), this is my road (up!) - Strictly, strictly, strictly up! This is my road, (up!) Because I read strictly (up), this is my road (up!) - Strictly, strictly, strictly up! Oxxxymiron: You think your rap is a nifig style, but he’s mocked the chickens, hastily hazelnch - understand that you are unrecognizes that Mf doom without a mask, I fuck without lubrication, but in my heart a romantic here is my serenade the size of a dactile and your body remains Dactyloscopy, you died out, as if pterodactyl / a! / You are drunk on the stage, I see it in the room in the hall, like a palmist, I will not be peace to you, I have a pair of kilowatt in a moment - as if pyromaniac / a! / You He said that I was a fake Emcie, but your style bowed as if you explain the cars in the mud - or you mowed under Shyma, or are you just fag and not a man, a passive? /A?/ You sing, as if alive n \ 'sync, ohh shit! You have psychosis for the first time, or spermotoxicosis, go to the farm to the goat's mouth, and so that they do not break out, hold the tail /a! /