Ежемесячные feat. маломира, Мутант Ъхвлам, curomushka - По сеточке
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24th year, started with seven notes
Turn the mixtape over and read the serial code
Now he’s already gray and has a hump, and before that there was a hill with a rooster
34 years old, still don’t understand what’s funny
When all three are in the coffin, there will be a flop of hearts
It doesn't matter if it's a drill rapper or a black cat
I crossed your path - let's go to the chamber
Bulletstorm - the last thing you hear will be "shponk"
Sing, my little little girl, as the darkness fell
Before my eyes - this is old age and pressure
I haven’t measured it for a long time, I can’t get out of the chair without help
So I sit and play racing games on the grid.
Maxim how are you and anyway
They call me the new Ovsyankin
And I don’t get hit, I don’t like to be killed
And I write normal texts, I don’t like crazy abstractions
I wasn't toothless because science is granite bitches
You didn’t gnaw on a helik like a gym teacher
I'm on my legs, you're out of your hands
It probably won’t work though... it will do anyway
Became as harmless as a bizet, but not as ass-licking as a bidet
There's a lot in the lyrics but I won't crap myself
Like a daddy I suffer from teenagers from puja hook
I'm crazy about youngsters within the Criminal Code
For 24 years lived in this world
I could understand and I could reconcile
That there is no happiness, that 2x2=4
And the rest is cowardice and fraud...
And suddenly, when before my eyes
Your whole life will flash by
How will you feel?
What will you be sad about?
You can lose everything in a moment
Then why continue to live?
Don't turn back time
But don't be afraid, hold on
What else is left?
Watch movies, hide in images
The payment has passed, only aftershocks remain
I remembered you - I threw a shot
Wine stains on a T-shirt
Like story headlines
That won't happen again
Imitation of happiness
The template is torn
Soft as pants, but be careful not to get hurt
Empath or crybaby - what's the difference?
The years fly by, dragging you along with them
Wait, let me stay here
Set-top box, wire, Wi-Fi
Kindergarten, conversations
No woman, no cry
Sorry, I won't play this
I choose the Russian region
I choose to steal chocolates
I choose to listen to the thieves
I choose to elect the same president
Everyone is enough, that's it
Plants are eaten, worms eat animals
Cancer is magic, it's not "crabble, crabble, boom"
And when verbal garbage turns into touching music
And it always freezes for 10 minutes
These things will outlive us
But don’t worry and don’t be too sad
Your mom wouldn't want it, and I don't want it either.
Imagine that you are the hero of "8 Mile"
And just diss the blacks one by one
They also pay you for this
We will choose the sunniest day
And let's go ride a scooter
And we'll buy a bucket of wings from KFC
I have never loved anyone as much as my family in Russia
But toxicity of our, city of our, city
Leads to the fact that we can only communicate over the network
A moment of happiness captured in the light of a truck's headlights
Here's my hand, here's my words
I guess by grids
Someone died in your faceted eyes
Only pain, why did you cut the purse?
Asks the opera
I’m downloading the Grotto group on the mesh
I wanted to live like him at Radisson
Shoot a pompous number
Have you seen Pompey?Fucking cm
Tell me again that you haven’t been to the sea
This is not something I haven't seen
This is life.To the question “How are you?”
Answer exactly, celebrate your birthday in Rivne
Kirill Ovsyankin in Southeast Asia
I trampled shit, and you're still outrageously full
Buy some tablets from the kiosk at home
Your chick is not Syuyumbike
Klim Sanych rolled back to basic settings
Damn kings of history, you and I
Uncle Nikon loaded a blank
No wonder he bears the title of baron, like Porthos
Choose ketchunese or cheese sauce
Your potatoes are still stuck
And suddenly, when before my eyes
Your whole life will flash by
How will you feel?
What will you be sad about?
You can lose everything in a moment
Then why continue to live?
Don't turn back time
But don't be afraid, hold on
Eh, if I were quick to approach
Give wings to the monster, the screams are loud
Wait, don’t be afraid, quietly dodge, apostle
Karate Savoy, opossum accordion player
We're on a wet track
Reaping, dropping grease
Via Rostov, Kimry
Away from those who squeezed
A couple of loose lines for the game
Urges to fly to the server
Give me your hand, berserker
I twist dolma, not a cupcake
I will firmly teach the mind
Educational program for those who are so wonderful that they stir up basturma
Galina, stop, there's a golem there
Strain your ankle, you're sick
The announcer will swallow the microphone
The patient is delirious
Why was my dick pic uploaded to Reddit?
Basalts, expanded clay, Fedi papas
It will cost a lot of money
But I already have enough food until spring
The nephors are the last to spin in the round dance.
Although reluctantly, they say, it’s better than in the infantry
It's a hectic time, all the chairs are prickly
But we are rays of light in Ahton
Serduchka in a tape recorder
Sounds like something bad
Don't talk about subtle matters
It's sickening to me, it's the stupidity of a lost drug addict
Over time it will lick its wounds
We don't give a damn about plantain from the side of the road
Gloomy face, working bastard
Goyda get-togethers justice
The cop doesn't like fake eyelashes or mane
Emigration sees a crazy empress on horseback
Catherine, meta, sisterhood
Rabbi, Bar Mitzvah
About seven years ago I was thirty
I’m a dinosaur in rap, but what have you achieved?
Jokes aside, even here and there
We're a little on point every day
Let’s not make a noise about the unspiritual politics
In the voice over the mesh
Sometimes it's even fun
I'm happy who expected this from me
Lukoya's theme will close your eyes
A small sign with the inscription on it:
"He lived a long, happy life"
Hastily saw the strangest dreams
All the boys can fit under my castle
The temporal rain will pass
These songs are amber that will save us
Make a pendant out of them
And wear them close to your heart, they are now yours too
They are now yours too
They don't seem scary, they seem so normal
They're scary
And shreds will fly through the back streets
And they will die on their bare feet
On the sagebrush hills
Mourningweed and meadow jaundice
The slavish rot of an honest tanned man
Nymphea, sympetrum, sedge
There is a small flying spider in it
It's easy fucking
Skeletons of last year's hogweeds
Unlimited temptation
Runaway eyes
Artem Gorobchik, this injury is not for a child
The one whose ear was bitten off
Under the nutmeg
Saw the devil
Moreover, I touched his nose
They created a queen, inappropriate psychoanalysis
If you want to see flying with four wings
Enter the ditches of the Milan Fortress
And you will see black dragonflies
He says: "August", says: "Saransk"
He says nothing has changed
Says fuck
The son cannot address
Such words to mothers
Amophila and Philanthus
They don't seem scary
They seem so normal
They're scary
Scary
And suddenly, when before my eyes
Your whole life will flash by
How will you feel?
What will you be sad about?
You can lose everything in a moment
Then why continue to live?
Don't turn back time
But don't be afraid, hold on
When before your eyes...