McShoma a.k.a Sha.Mile - Мура
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A little hungry sitting at the computer by the window
While the moon calls from the tavern of the wolves while slightly
Hap to freshly there is an option for Sypark district
A little bit of a breeze as a gift
About how hot it happens in the summer day here
I will not say those who were a hundred pounds will understand the muddy
For a breeze why hard for so long, just cold is a shortage here
In the morning, the ske then, for three hours, I wrap my eyes
Look at the flash new corpse is a shot friend
Yes, there was a peasant fool
The deceased now went through the back door
I do not catch up with horror and do not try to push
It's just here from life to death to go half a step
Maybe this time can such a city
But the Makhachkala residents do not know how to find peace here
Shots in broad daylight gang of trap
Disassembly of a shpan blabnyak Basota
All this is so normal that even children are used to
We fly to meet the night in the summer

The night always covers this city with velvet
Raised the gates by roundabouts through the gardens
I will explain why we are raising the collars
The floor of the face is not visible, though not gopniks
We are Blackroads Flava walk directly
Not to the left of the movements of the curves are not observed clearly
On dark and not illuminated streets
Huge world and absolutely everything that will describe in it
Lines without bills stylish like work couture hee
Raym jeweler beats with skill!
Everyone would have to sharpen skies
What every MS should be able to
Bring them to perfection almost
Give the annals using the style
Your own can be turned into a fairy tale
Dust pain
in gold as with the best mines with paints
Bargained paintings under the bit and pools
Night Moscow again takes us away