Moreart - ОРАНЖЕВЫЙ
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The ball is orange, the car is black
My dressing room is full of savages
Handing out blocks like I'm Miles Turner
My bros on the cache are turned hard here
The ball is orange, the car is black
My dressing room is full of savages
Handing out blocks like I'm Miles Turner
My bros on the cache are turned hard here
Sound right to left, then left, right
There is no poison around me, I have enough minutes to get the job done
No one knows the limit, but we know where the truth is
And my boys have good morals, don’t try to change us (Okay)
Every day moves purely in a spiral
I earned money, they washed it for me
People like us are called masters
A shitload of cartridges like I'm wearing a ramie mask
I've sorted out the issues, I'm on my way to school
Uploaded videos, raised a couple of crosses
There's no more frost on my screen
No more sos single here
The ball is orange, the car is black
My dressing room is full of savages
Handing out blocks like I'm Miles Turner
My bros on the cache are turned hard here
The ball is orange, the car is black
My dressing room is full of savages
Handing out blocks like I'm Miles Turner
My bros on the cache are turned hard here
Cook on the connection while you diss each other
Leveled up the mode, I fly home at ten
Brothers on iron, but they do business in a squat
On a calm day, my three cities are always here with me
(that's the style)
Let's recognize Cook as the best rapper in the CIS
Stil already when Bach did SnD
And without Aitym, I lost weight somewhere
All my brothers have status like Mercedes
The ball is orange, the car is black
My dressing room is full of savages
Handing out blocks like I'm Miles Turner
My bros on the cache are turned hard here
The ball is orange, the car is black
My dressing room is full of savages
Handing out blocks like I'm Miles Turner
My bros on the cache are turned hard here