RAPKA - Репа под подошвой
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While the grandson bakes pancakes, a shovel on his shoulder
Back pain - went to dig a green on -beam
Dofiga is still, the short amp was not at the expense
A long dusty shit, a bucket is stuffed with reptches with a ray

We believe - Flyrtit, will find granny detective
Two ways to the pensioner - to the market or to the store
Doshik is the same, which is already the day
After all, the grandchildren are generated, we will send to live on the housing estate

Now the day is so nasty, feeding cattle
I look at the window like: "How many women did you upset?"
I would have enslaved the whole village, but all the time is one
The granddaughter with the mouse has a nervous tick, valleocordin, angina pectoris

Collect the rebellion, but there will be no eight -grader
They are the first lyceum students who did not get into people
Do not be silent, dislike, return it back
After all, we want to hack strongly, as if Zazaranka's wife

All my rap, in short, about the fact that
That for a year in the gardens there are no potatoes
I put a turnip in my mouth, then the turnips is already sickening
I'm not like a Belarusian, but still want potatoes

Turnip under the sole, turnip under the sole
Tomatoes, peas, mushrooms are all frozen
I don't know whether it is in my mouth or in a bucket
You live under a boot, but still want potatoes

Past poplars and ripe bread of fields,
I will bring her to McDonald's and give a fuck with her
I see a grandmother from Kayen, I see my grandfather on it,
After all, everything that is done from turnip makes us stronger
Our land sculpts very cute paws
He was a stranger, but a grandfather with a grandfather is more expensive than a family!
I took the grandmother at night that there was urine ran away
I so wanted to belong to something more than me
Koumiss with water, at least get along with every root
I'm not just a turnip with a positive root of an gardener
Hey, return me to the lyceum, give me Sotan, Matvey
After all, for me my greenhouse is my chain,
Grouped
I want to sleep, a tractor driver, like a pair of steam, there is a donkey, three goose, a piglet,
There is dill mizanthropus, we will give a shovel
Though in the bed of our start, we went to the bazaar
You know all

All my rap, in short, about the fact that
That for a year in the gardens there are no potatoes
I put a turnip in my mouth, then the turnips is already sickening
I'm not like a Belarusian, but still want potatoes

Turnip under the sole, turnip under the sole
Tomatoes, peas, mushrooms are all frozen
I don't know whether it is in my mouth or in a bucket
You live under a boot, but still want potatoes