MiyaGi - БадаБум
текст песни

I am Kipa Rapa Welcome to the house. Come on a paw, we will accelerate the snoring and concrete in unison in it in the district in the area sleeps but smokes and does not say wild, you don’t be a wake. After all, in the area, every bandit sits and remembers this motive. For jambs, it is unlikely that the murdered person must be paid. Not a nominated error digs formulas or sleeps. I’ll go mix the coffee again the city and I am only love. In the evening Kuduralesky. Asata gains weight. In the meantime, flights, clips of tracks, clothes for my people for my people, I do not follow the canons of fashion, do not love me special weather, do not make criticism or laurels stupidly on the drum of chopping: Badabum, Badubum Badabig, Badabum is a crazy love amazing Music of yards. Badabum, Badabum Badabig, Badabum is freedom for my soul and close boys (2 times) 2nd verse: I am Harry Gudini, a prisoner of routine, who still flies without a stop without a stop, we still wait for all ships, we are waiting for an eternal repit . Beware of the crew, the tower of the tower does not live here. There is terrible, kapets and steri end, but still the bicycle is spinning. Our AMG zero where is it zero? Where is the idle? Where are the bullets howl? Who is the demon? Who is the warrior? (Asata) will not leave without a fight. The crowd is not on the principles, not princes. But for any, not a pawn in the gives. You, fold the swords in the scabbard here are the battle on the needles of the foil and so on you quit this work on the body’s load will come in handy twice as much. After all, poems are not the topic of incognito fer here is the most sad nights. On the streets without troubles, every yard and the area will recognize our handwriting. Here we are here to the tag define Biboig in my soul, the shell is to do here, there is nothing to brush hop hop, I write everything, I write like a donkey. Typically, those who have not rushed them in Rutin for a long time. They call me strange okay, I stick out from the muse of Wedulim tracks of biki, Tupac, Eminem Point of broadcasting the same city of comfort and blue sky. It’s time for me to distribute the stages in the case for seven years and, as it were, there is still no album and it gnaws. Off of charters, dilemmas, and wars that on TV, a rather well -fed, sods dibil. For what? For what? For fun. I am a Padper, but not a doctor, let this choice come out sideways to me. But after I believe, I believe Loka’s mania will lead me not near the star that I was looking for in the sky lying under the windows, I dreamed about what I had long long ago.