khaki - Оборот
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from the bottom is a slum tire

I am typing my turn
And I throw it in Benza
Gaining revolution
I am typing
Gas to the floor and block
Hooks on the right ceiling
You are a player here

Your good
I will not exchange licimers
You drain all the loot
And I see the scene

After all, while I was doing rap
Hypa is already a couple
They will say Halibek
Gives fiery heat

On your Certilian
What gives in heaven
Street fights
Or battles on show

We pour smoke
We do not give the back
To the top and in the shackles
Hands with a fist

I get torn
Speeds to the end
We are invisible to Paradise
Bullets are full of lead

Rubber on wear
But I stand on my
And on one melody
I'm swinging for a rampage

I don't look at a loss
I have nothing to watch
Only I am my soul
It may be suitable

It is menacing
Walls of old hits
Your mother burn them
Without adjusting firewood

Brede everywhere
I light the subscriber
First study
Simiff Land

I did not forget anything
On the ointment, I say in addition
I have not yet taken out
In which the image itself is miserable

Improve in the text
Understand you take into account
Everything is so superficial
How did you think the wise guy

I close the doors
Over your time
I'm sitting one
Confidently believing

There is nothing for your turnover
Give your debts
You won't get out of
While your lines live

This is the only way
Nothing and bad
Pulse into the framework of dispersing
After all, I'm the first

Meeting with oneself face to face
All turnover and blind
Envious people, only that one is strong
What is gaining powerful turnover

And despite holding a flame in his hand
And in reality reality, not in a dream
Believes in his own, encouraging all the fervor
Burns with fire, and on paper wings

In the wilderness, distant sets his goal
And believe me in the lonely world
The matter is, the case is a prominent time
The point is in the mind ... gain turnover