Земляк - Заебалоу
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Countryman - Zaybalou

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Zaybalou me !!! - ME!!!
Sit and write, write, write!
Throw in the mu-cro-kiks Te-Ter-Di
Burn them and deo delete and

2 times
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I was already fucked up like a green light
Those who go to all are always passing
For a pedestrian, this may become a breakdown,
After all, the bumper does not matter what kind of person

Night, yard, lantern-apple
And I will not be ko-k-k-k-to-red.
I will not cry due to length on the neck of the fur
After all, everything that is earned, I spend on my molecules

True tour, my life as a phonote
There is no success from smoking near the tank
I myself write on the back and let it be at least there is a thousand buckets
I will never hire an Uzbek

A fellow countryman has grown to his land, like a surfer on a wave
The elephant is afraid of the mouse and the lion is afraid of the pussy
In this context, I, too, will not say "everything is cool"
I only know the pharaoh - Tutankhamun!
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Throw in the mu-cro-kiks Te-Ter-Di
Burn them and deo delete and

Zaybalou me !!! - ME!!!
Sit and write, write, write!
Throw in the mu-cro-kiks Te-Ter-Di
Burn them and deo delete and
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The time was fucked when you need it earlier,
And the bus rides slowly!
Or when rushing, the feeling is like on a rocket
Well, you would be quieter than the wind, the speeds of the gossip

And this Tuesday takes my thoughts to the sheet
How koumiss is taken from Kazakhstan to Magazy
So I better fuck you to freeze in the winter at home
Hiccuping, warming the wave of jean and stake ...

... my cardboard city, it will tame it with snow again
And it was fucked that I did not see the sea from the windows
But there is a compromise, a few bags with Morocco
After all, not 4.20 so that you would get high

Fucking what was in the city! -
Fucking on the threshold to beat off his shoes from dirt
My personal variety, smell not cologne but a bonfire
Builder, hid in the wall - Easter egg

Zaybalou me, sit and write like work
That already I, I can't sleep
But from the results of positive ones, because I'm to sweat
I continue to do until the bronchi does not pour sputum
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Fucked me !!! - ME!!!
I want to come up with a recipe for a hit, hit
That they would be your
Die and resurrect them on stage

Fucked me !!! - ME!!!
I want to come up with a recipe for a hit, hit
That they would be your
Die and resurrect them on stage