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текст песни

There is no time.
I wish you the world
My brothers. Only tigers
Wait for my style.

I'm clean. Like
I'm pure.
Wild Floo. What kind of cliche
He thought he alone.

But the brightest. From the crowd
And at the same time. The black son
They are only dogs. And it's shame
My style is illness. And I caught a cold

I am inspired by. Muzlo
All the heaters.
On your comment.
Feispalm. And I'm ready

Listen to the West.
They fly. So I'm flying
I am learning. They throw them
Ours thought. You're wrong

Black Wild. Doberman
The brothers are psycho -hooligans
Called. Sin Ban
Beware. In the Gan bag

They say simple. And nihuya is not fashionable
Style Shadow of mainstream. And he is fucked up

You like this style.
Not trap mainstream. But the style is everywhere my wanders

Floo Hater Bayt
Sing type Stile

Dipsai. On the microphone
They are pushing and chasing
And what am I here. They don't argue
But in me a demon. Roaders

I was called. Ekorcist
In my soul my style. Bes is pure
He thought. There will be a shot
But he himself died. So quickly

To tear on bits.
Not a fuck. And not water
I'm on the waves.
Vasya screams wah.

Hukein. Duma
Hook Bane. Salyut
Kill. He lute
Here to lay out

This is a funeral. my heitams
I'm ready to tear.

But words. Not a bird
It will fly out. assassin
I see fear. In their faces
They want to get in the hospital

After all, there
From black dogs.
But I'm not angry. Don't worry
All the world. This is their holiday