Redo - Boston
текст песни

A year ago, the kid that
You said: "He is a polo"
Put your, fucking Glor on Hate
After all, you have already spinded everything you can

Being like your God has become very simple
My heart beats like a toaster
I created myself like that Stark
Plus, I became
New England, like Boston

Yes, I was rotting in the crowd among them, but
Now any floo-you are my double
My SNEP BEK cuts like a hundred razors
This is a horizon where I am a sniper-psycho

I am angry like a sitch, the single explodes
I'll pick up everything you have grown
Your fidback laurel and a grain at
After all, everyone now wants to be the seventh

RedoreDoredo he fucking crazy
Again rum in his hand, he fucking crazy
Put micro fucking crazy
I drink again but without them

My battles and I'm a dementor here
Each move is true and do not bark the creature
Your Battle Rap-Russian Roulette
Where are five misfires for one punchline

So that I do not do - the problems of the Lip
Honery every day, fuck Delete me
After I posed problems in the rhythm and
Made from the problem of rhyme and profit

This is my world
I didn't choose my life
But she is so actively folovit
My bite is charged and he shoots like that
As if I'm alone in the field

Roy back of the pit
Who is the bottom - it is clear here
I am topical
Every day - Die Hard
You are more than the reper
Each track Diamond
But where is your success
Hike fucking a secret

I will be the first and last from this pride
I know this business
More than Raymond
The road to the university is closed, I
I know
But now I teach this Pol of Russia a creature

I charge my new Floo in Glock
Half without sleep, but bit for repetition
Ricks rhymes, in the ears for a long time ringing
I don't remember myself new to a hundred

I don't remember you better spite
I'm the best in the game, but where is my house
And there is a difference between us here
I am a master of words - you are pizdabol