Mike Lind - Hey Yo
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Perhaps hearing Intro and a couple of verses

You thought - -hm - what is the rap about this Kent

Do not ask the cop -he won't tell

Him from worries at work and smears without you



So - GHM, what is my hop

What I read about a thousand lines about

While someone was burned by Tiktik, and someone is fracturing

I opened my mouth recitative on the cue ball



As a result, my rap is not for ordinary boys - nope

My rap is soon for children and their grandfathers

For moms and dad my hap

Soots their towers like Edita Pieha many years ago - aaaa



You know, I don't care and but it is important

For me, how to breathe a bracho for you - -ah ah breath

Why do you need the lines of truth more relevant than the press

Better swing near UUU Barbara Streisand



But if a friend suddenly you still heard my hop - ah

Along with mom and dad - checked him

With the whole family up the mountain, we raise our hands - ascent

And swing the entire chorus of the track from the mix



Ayo, Wata Faka, this is not Vitya Ak

Not Slim, Smokey, Ptah

Not a guf, Basta and constant

This Miklukha runs for a grandfather and grandson, mom's mom - well, okay - for you brother



Although in fact, why people love my rap

Not to overshadow, but there is no verse about the ganju

There is no one about Adik in 3 stripes, gelding on fox

I am not sprinkled with sparkles and the whole nose is not in lime



No seriously guy - do not doubt

In theory, don't listen to this Omsk kid

After all, I did not star in the clips, I did not hang out in Brooklyn

I did not leave the records on SHADI I have my fingers



But if you sit nearby, all so important, one day

Freestyle's wave will demolish so that it will not be necessary twice

Repeat my nickname man

Miklucho stepped in your ear, I see you



Put the efforts of a bit of a bit, because we are not in acapouco

You should understand that it shakes very cool

Not only topics about grams, your dad and mom

Would not understand you, you're not a finished kid fucking



I think we don’t need roads on the table because we are not a hundred years old, so as not to swing under Wu Tang

It has long been fashionable to be a fuck and read about mutters

You haven't heard - even the Guf refused the pipe



And jokes jokes, but Mishutkin's purchases

Meanwhile, the children of dad and mothers with bags fled

Grandfathers and grandmas pump here here

Give us a brotherly hand up and the rink flew



Ayo, Wata Faka, this is not Vitya Ak

Not Slim, Smokey, Ptah

Not a guf, Basta and constant

This Miklukha runs for a grandfather and grandson, mom's mom, and of course - for you brother