Kramar - Нам бы
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I pick up the phone to get through my brother
I look at the TV set, and inside someone wags backwards,
We would have these bitches on the clip, but we are not rich
We would more often produce bombs, not firecrackers,
We would be more often than to be harder, well, instead of cotton wool,
We would say like diplomats,
We would have to live in Bali or in the Emirates.
So as not to walk here every day.

We would still have an apartment but even not shone,
But it was often noticed in the use of ethyl.
Pouring in my throat I dreamed of a dacha, villa
But fate obviously did not play along with me in this film.

Well, then
After all, my style is like a cartridge
In the chips a break
I steal like a motor.
Like a car
I fuck rhyme
And so that I served longer - Kalgon.
With a powerful bat
We would like a studio-house
If it were not the FSU and not in the scrap.
I read it on bit
I am losing time
But I want one thing I would like:
I want money
Work a loafer
It doesn't want to, but this is not good.
As if it beats the current
Electric shock,
I fuck in the lines, along the rhymes poem,
And many are asking more and more
Give Bakardi
I have at least a couple of drops
And then he went along the lines along the rhymes.
This is the show.

And we would like us to us to become us,
And we would like us to us our Style
Rhymes to throw, I learned to serve,
I did everything beautifully, only the studio must be taken out.
And we would like us to us more such things,
And we would like us to us still to be simpler
And we would have been all early, well, so as not to later,
And we would have time for us, while we are even younger.

And then on the topic,
I will be lost
And next to the bed
I'm lying now
Near the door,
Enough of the cocktail.
They pump up a swing
More carousels
I look at the TV set
There the bitches sang there
And backwards
And we wanted them
plus drank and sang
Plus ate and sang
plus sang and sang
A call from the neighbors.

But this is nonsense, but we would have lave and more
Once the neighbors came, we would have food, but good.
Then the neighbor dragged the hookah with him a Muzonchik.
And we would like us to prolong this night to us.
I blow into the phone and searns like boiling water,
I want to put this troeca in front of the night.
Killing myself? I kill for sure.
But every time they prophesies behind my eyes.

And we would like us to us to become us,
And we would like us to us our Style
Rhymes to throw, I learned to serve,
I did everything beautifully, only the studio must be taken out.
And we would like us to us more such things,
And we would like us to us still to be simpler
And we would have been all early, well, so as not to later,
And we would have time for us, while we are even younger. 2x