Sidodji feat. Ramirez - Джин Grey.
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I got a city
While you dwell on comments, captain
While you did not fly, so it will be so!
Post for the Bazas, Agian. Cap
I score with a long contact with the corridor
Far, in the end, on the horse, it is not easy to grow, on tons of nerves and con
We go to your shore, our efficiency is high
Open The Door! I knock out from the legs, you wipe the acetone from the lips!
Who are you so to dig in your pockets so?
Those who got caught on the ball
On the shoulder of Priaudonna - Rev. Ishak
I read out in the toilet, neighbors included Shazam!
Enough for the eyes of what he wrote
Under our slaughter sound people go to the astral
Cooked departure zone, hang
Your whore has not returned home when refugees arrived in the city
Need to pour across the bit
You got out of the house to blees in the wind
I wanted to pour my fucking and flooded with Youtube?
But you did not know - in a free swimming, soritious fuck
Son, your capillary is already Polopan
I see how your bitch is sick sitting on the ass exactly with a cooke
After all, I am full of strength, at least the most uterine
And you stubborn sichth, persecution We whistle stubborn style
When the strain of LED. Something is wrong? We must crush it
The names of this Figaro give not enough epithets
Fuck the business of these kinders in the nods
Fuck you jerking off on the avengers?
And fuck you were born Puddow?
You, Uebana to appeal in the morter
Magically threw the deflection in the grave - broken Mordak
Better not stand on the way, I am very excited
Your wife wanted children and you woke them up

[Sidelzhi]
I enter Tor
I enter Tor
I enter Tor
I enter Tor
I enter the Tor as if in Midgard
I enter the Tor as if in Midgard
I enter the Tor as if in Midgard
Like a suitable Capron Topit Catacombs
As if in Skype on invisible stacks
Rubicon overwhelmed corridor - Mount Stryker
Go moving Kawasaki
I like Capotic Crowd at Bivis ButThurt
You are a sucker! Ahead with a glass of psaki
Dyack Kolotnaya Mole - Wreath
And proud. Fuck IR port. You are ordinary writings
This carrikatur curry and minotavr does not cook Taco in hell
I picked these publics Barracuda
Skipping a whole zabak cephalopagov
Figured your mother. On Korbin Katapult
Burq would be on SKIT. While sleep, yes that Wermut Pastis
Nika Drink Breen Peace or Pereshi Peak Molet
or chalk at the board
In the park, the jellyfish box
Lei! Chicks, Squirrels, Nipples - Hungry
Day Flash time Die
Gambit hides its ace because I have too strong crutch
Nigga Check That Shit
Drums ready
In the windshoe Logan beats an adamant cartridge
In Takt, take a cloth, choose you chain
minigan on the century lean all
Before I reincarnated
Savoring then all the remote
Scanty rhetoric Catapult of underground caste (?)
Fool Incognito - Brad Cornilova
Harmful Martin and Mans, Neuroapgrade for Raid Endorphin Rab (?)
Korife, but I reinformed Freud and Freamen
Hop, faith, where who?
Peripherals under the Reich Efreitov I could beat in the depths of the permanent bottom
And probably then, on the surface of the Horde of the Echidial Dremaler Epreitors
Cyborg-rapper arrived, Racket, idols in import braces
Past rhymes, algorithms, not rhythm, and Bitmeters relic

You, you, you, you're eblan, like Marta Stewart
Krique, the enemy of prostate: scab!
I removed the scalp from the nipple sisters
My boss time space and steer
Hydra hid novels
Miha threw a spice in the fire
You collapsed, with Takers
You confessed to sins with your father. But how? After all
It was gin gray
Not!
It was Jean Gray Sasha