MB3XXL feat. Bebraboy - Будет Поздно
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I read so as not to receive respect
I read to create my own project
To show your initiative
We need a special effect
It is present for everyone, it just needs to be opened
If you want to hide the action
It is necessary to open an impact
To do with high quality
It is necessary to recreate a new one
I am like you, you are the same as me
I was lucky a little more, you are a little less
I had a native person, I lost it in June, close to my liking, I taught a lot of things, I weaned a lot
Do not take drugs
Alcohol drink only in the company
Since childhood, I have been with him
An adult life began
And who will give me good advice now?
A evil thing called life, oh no
Fate is a wretch, will send me SMS
The Ministry of Emergencies says that today is a storm, and it is better not to go outside today
Well, I ignore all the notifications again
Will drive a car or a truck with a trailer, if only
Fall into a flash, die from hunger, if only
Six walks, a lady or ace wins, as always
There is nothing new in this world
And it will not, everyone does the same
Who throws, who leaves, who kills
Everyone has different tastes and preferences
Oh yeah
This is my ode for myself, nothing superfluous from you
In the world as always fucked up, people are not united, it turns out so
But I don't lose heart, I'm used to it, steal and take
Put and take
Throw and beat
Do not drink
I am the same person as you
Complexes in appearance
People will not think about you without mutual benefit
Everyone needs it, communication, work, study and another
Well, then it just begins
Your life is a symbiosis of substances
It’s better to run, otherwise it will be too late, it will be too late, it will be late, it will be late, it will be late, it will be late ...

Does your grandmother still remember the USSR? This is glorious
So her head was not yet struck by the dementia
We move from socialism to democracy, smoothly
We need intervention to expand democracy
For a free world, a free press is needed
Our glorious press writes freely on fences
Drink wheels, they say, helps from stress
For people like you, the country has a lot of space in the brothels
If once I have to pay not rubles, but in crowns
So our glorious rulers help people on the thrones
People come up to you, they are obviously in riot police costumes
All of Russia hopes that the king will fall off
Our church roof requires Christ with greedy fingers
Half of the government drives round dances with devilish dancing
Our Kiryusha, Patriarch, praying to God in a golden boat
All our young people Khuyadt in the university just for the sake of crust
Now the good children from adults will only hear: "Penit vodka"
All smart books are standing, protecting wooden shelves from dust
Whoever caught fugitive shadows, shadows that write: "No howl ..."
No, I'm not going to say this word, it is not necessary
Writing meaningless texts about money and sex is hard
If you invest in your text, it's difficult
Teapot, ass, pussy, plum, dad, mother, a bank of beer.
Milna, Seld, shit, raspberries, special operation, Ukraine.
Murders, money, two trunks, Leningrad, Sobyanin and Moscow

Run, otherwise it will be too late, it will be too late, it will be too late
Run, otherwise it will be too late, it will be too late, it will be too late
We are ordinary schoolchildren, we study for our well -being to help mom, dad, grandmother or grandfather
We work for the sake of the family, for the sake of the family, for the family
The Verkhovna Rada will not help us, the Verkhovna Rada, the Verkhovna Rada.
No woman is happy with me with my presence, I am not happy, I am not happy