Дима Грайм - Казахская любовь
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Law a bitch, I didn't even want a hype
You have a pussy again, because Divise is on a bit
Your mother is a drug addict, for a long time on the screw
As if on my dick, the truth of life is not a blasphemy,

Fuck You Dalbeb
You will remove your ribs and take your
Click Clake in the hands of a gun
I’m burying underground and you are already nothing
Kazakh love is to fuck you in the ass
You fucking on the horoscope of Sigani like a bus
You have fate, a wheel or a fly swatter
Your grave will be on the animal where the garbage
I am antihype you are an antelope
You are a bag of leather, your rod is broken
I beat the facts hard, this disse went out without a clip
They did not persuade their Antihype
Come on bits, fuck your freestyle
Come on bits or horns interfere
Killed the bit and you
Minus two

You don't even know how to chatter on bits
What can you? Fit
Do you fuck for rap? But you don't even have a track
My panchi bullet will not save the body armor

You work on a churok fucking in a scientist
Mother was driven off from a prayer did not work out in kind
She will die the defendant barbiture
I put on my father and played Barbie a fool

Yes I am lightning, I am thunder, I became well done by my mother
And you are ISIS, I will become a model for Graim
With your father, we drank rum, defeated your whole house
He told us about one thing that you were deprived of one egg
But the point is not that you will not become a man
You were born immediately by an old man smelly govnyuk
You can write text with difficulty, but it’s easy to work with your mouth
You can’t jump onto the throne with the pole, because you are groin