Loc-Dog ft. Luko ft. Неизвестное Объединение - За чё ты
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who are you?
For what are you?
Why are you here?
I see only one dream where everyone is under something
city ​​of show -offs, where are the roar of motors
where each centimeter is already divided, torn off
You are between corridors and offices
You will reduce warlike pressure,
So you will be broken
who are you?
For what are you?
Why are you here?
Who are all these people in your heart?
I am the same shapeless stream
And in this city of show -offs it is so easy to find commfort
The sun gave the sunrise again
I went east in the train
Try to forget, but remember how spring came
We spent the next 72 hours without sleep
Wandering eyes and grinning dogs
Anesthesia of cognac
never become a quiet hut
unpentated facts
rowing, fights, parishes, pissers
Sales, banknotes
codes, muzzles, dungeons, mutets
Calls, Balamuts, Sounds of Music
Routes from left to right hand

And you and you and you and you figure it out

and who are you?
For what are you?
The names are crossed out
The city would like more saints here
well, you shine if there is a number on your pocket
While they write my thin brushes for you
You have lost a lot here
from what material is woven
pussies to mothers that the passage is a hundred
Well, yes, there is a mica in principle
Do not go in the footsteps
Rest after the half
there is karma, but there is fate
And we believe in it
a groundhog has come and fucks right in my head
sadness in a glass rot
and a couple of holes on a client
ae, this is not goodhash but full passage
In the morning we sing under the frantic bit of the district
There are doctors, but not everyone we recognize
not every prize is a fuck
not all of mine
Ale Male and call yourself a helicopter

SMS on the phone
new track to ringtone
Immediately after the exit, I flew out the window
Slow Floo, N.O.
And we don't care
Fuck those who give or those who tease
On your ass, the label in large letters
Studio - house, route long -learned route
Option for the evening
Your pussy is something
Love, tears and leaky forearms

dreamed of something
And who is there for what?
Kaifa lava for tests
I remember clearly
Who are you and what are you
Red or black
You and I still count
You hear
Each of your motion is like a Moscow derby
When you need to recoup
But there is no time
And it doesn't matter how much was before me
Five or seven
Well, fuck me
You know what I believe

I wipe my eyes
I am selecting the right balance
gas and brake ratios
gas and speed
I should be extremely serious here
And this is no longer prose after all
I got tired of Altufevo to take myself
time after time, but under the bass shit
I do not know them
So it blocked simply
You won't understand this message
And I cooled down here, blind
took smoke and not oblique
A bottle and fuck
it also flies with a tie for 100 percent
Exactly so
I feel how I sold myself for a bit for you I
It will then roll
Katya on red pentograms on the Moscow Ring Road
Dick knows how to be me
But it's hard to measure in horses
the difference in classes, let's say so
Do not fuck here in the morning in the morning
for the truth, for the length of the winter roads
Every brother has
I remembered everything
For the yellow sheet autumn
And you are for what?
For the movement, I, for distinctness
The mood is at least even
Huli honor yours
Who are you ah?
there is a chill, I'm on notes
And glad to this
Who are you ah?
no me, just interference on microphones
just boys come from the area