Wolkys - NAKRUTIL
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Why certify the type?
Like syllables in a beat,
To disassemble and change the style - parallel shame on the blue rain

The streets whispered, but they weren't mouths
You misunderstood them
Now skill is in the hood
Your Nigga blew it all
Forgetting the tone, he could have along the way
Replaced an argument, only an orphan
Could have slapped a bro, charge
But he lost it
Your Nigga blew it all
Leaving the ball, blowing you off
Homies are touched by the notes of the soul
Ships leave to smoke in an instant
My son

Rolled up the beef every day
I'll throw three mmm
Wait, turn away
And 1 flew out there
But the mix lured me in so
He started squealing to the beat
I'm smaller than them, but they were feeling the bottom
Pour some water
After all, you haven't cooled off with the move
Falling on the courts
Everyone threw themselves over the side
Who to counter? After all, you will grow everything out of love
Call someone to carry it
I will help, I will bring it, I will pass it on to the one
Whoever shoots
Don't run
Don't talk
Everything is ahead
Let me rush
I didn't wake you
I gave birth
I only rolled
Dropping your pulse
And guide the ball
Don't extort now
Don't take the weights that bother your body
No, at times I didn't give it, but I made up the names myself
No, at times I didn't give it, but I made up the names myself
No, at times I didn't give it, but I made up the names myself
No, at times I didn't give it, but I made up the names myself