5 Плюх и DJ Nik One - Всё, Как Есть
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All who know us, who do not know - know
Do louder, boys on the streets
We straighten up, accelerate in cars
We swing in all areas. 2006
Everything is as it is, first fine and (High), then tin
In the summer the shop, in winter entrance
F.Y.M.P. prepares his The Best
Rap mixture in central nervous system
Filling a cup, singing a personal anthem
Wrinking Analgin Borjomi
We make an update to your house
We take out jugles, inept ms
And simple songs from your speakers
I am mercenaries in sound. Do you want yourself such a bit
Or my verse on my track
First, I advise you to double -check this game
On the ultra hard!
We will be bosses at the last level
Taking at least a third of the hit
You will be in a party!
F.Y.M.P. Hip-hop with taste
Take a look beyond your nose, stimulate your progress
Against the background of mass regresses
We feed as an NPP audience
We know what the generation needs
In our styles, freedom, in the thoughts of the truth of life
Refusal of vain fuss, twist and get sick
Stupid trash bend
Show your stupidity to everyone
Lokhov Huvit from my topics !!!
I have extra rapenen
I synthesize rhyme-hexogen
Go with me to the bif, lead the ship to the reefs
Pirate style, caches and smell of the sea
Sex, Drags, Doors, Yamaisky Rum
Kira Knightley is my sweet,
Still harsh Moscow snowstorms
Boys in the case, Sanya Andreev
Channel for broadcasting on the topic
43 degree cocktail
Freestyle for the whole lads,
Moskal for all Rus'
Happy New Year Motherland!
Another obstacle has been done!

Everything is as it is, everything is like
How will it be tomorrow, dick knows
Money like time melting
Leaving nothing but memories
I cling to them, in the world of new
I am writing a script for myself
I go through a dream, one dream, one area
During life, buried in concrete
And walled up in their shelters
From stiff fuss of streets
Life sometimes flies faster than a bullet
And flies with life
But not hunting since all
Therefore, without looking around, I go to my dream
I keep the balance on the tip
And the line between good and evil
I'm still alive in me
Everything is old here
Here I change the cars and acquaintances
Who moved, who drove away
Who was shook on the new
Someone on **.
Someone is out of the law
Each has its own standard
And these racing racing
Winter work, summer to the south
Everyone has their own lego in their heads
And its own truth
Its own history of the disease
There is envy of the progress engine
The world inside is empty
And we fill this vacuum with drugs
Buy for yourself in 6 rubles
Conscience does not make
You know everyone himself how he can ruin himself
And without claims
Who packed us in boxes
At the intersection of the poor and the rich
Constantly traffic jams
Here it is relevant to use time
Or forever
Take the burden of poverty
Waiting for the climax
On the dance floor we plant in the foam
Reveling in the taste of easy money
And not a flash hunt in the night
And see the sky from the window
Forget that you are from the conveyor
And somehow get out of the bottom
Everyone has their own dream
To barely smile
Franklin green leaf
Count banknotes and not lived years
To love and to be loved
Finding all the heights
To at 30 years old
You were not asked who you are
And if they remembered
Then they called the name proudly F.Y.M.P.