Rasta Atlant - Мои стихи
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I read my rap, I smoke tightly in rap, I’m for a long time and I hope that everything will be smooth, I smoke a lot of time in a day, I kill rap, I read it, I suffer from garbage, I know who knows me, he will say I’m not a fashionable rapper and not a famous style of clothing, my sports I’m bald and not shaved I love to be killed and you don’t fuck there better listen to how I wrote you killed in the trash, I write in my style through water smoke smoke I Love You, that’s how I live every year I grow old sometimes I regret something but don’t in fact, everything is formed right? well, yes, you need to look ahead and not think about the past and it won’t be a beard it won’t be so difficult, maybe you can blunt and forget about everything, but just like that, it doesn’t need to be oblique twist blow up heal to the end smoke and everything will be fucked up hold on bro if I there is always a hidden johnny in something, I will accept it and it will become good for me, I have not been in a marathon for two months, so I feel in shape, but if necessary, I will come to you guys, we will arrange a couple of roads for me to be adequate, but in fact it doesn’t fuck me and you ask me why you need this garbage then, Draga and I will not answer you clearly that sometimes you want to kill yourself hard, fall down and go somewhere far away on the run so that no one gets through and finds me, such a fuss amphetamine-mania I have guys with me there is such garbage, but it doesn’t matter the demon of this harm has learned to live and everything is in order with me I put my thoughts on a sheet not for nothing I drink tea I smoke and again I write a couple of lines and so in a circle I compose something rhyming then I read it it pushes me I hope that someone will play it in speakers or in headphones under a fat bun, and I’m sitting taking it from one and a half, it’s for me like an empty shell for a baby, like a feeder for a bird, brother, appreciate these my poems and you sucker sit and don’t fuck and don’t throw yours show-off to the right and to the left, otherwise I’ll give it from my knee and don’t race you’re a faggot, I don’t give a fuck about all of you I wear adidas I smoke killer gunjubas every day for many races I overcame many white tracks and promised many races that I wouldn’t but it was difficult I remember all these moments, but I don’t make such marafets anymore, I just write couplets, empty the slaughter packages to my send greetings, and I say to the listener for a while, though, you will still hear me once, guys, and I’m doing a couple more that would kill for sure, bye !!!!! !!