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Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Я беспечен и молод.
Мой рюкзак заряжен как волмарт (волмарт)
Улыбается жизнь,
Мой текст как бесконечный афтограф
Снова, снова, снова,
Я тащу себя в супермаркет,
Я прошу продать мне вкус жизни,
Я тащу себя от прилавка, так что
Видишь
Мое время бежит назад
И жизнь, как бешеный таймер,
Дай мне убежать от самого себя
В море траблов я в них как дайвер,
Но не верь мне,
Чтобы быть, как ты нужно предать
Ядовитый мир, я в нем Веном,
Бытовые проблемы в генах,
Шереметьево дом и вера.
Ты куда так хотел попасть?
Тебе затолкают панч твой обратно в пасть.
Жесткий как сектант, как всегда,
Но ты пиздишь в каждом из зеркал.
Мой брат со мной бьет, как "М16",
Брат со мной пьет на патриарших,
Твое братство ссыт в баре драться, сын,
Твоя баба на вид как бонифаций.
И тут опять минус двадцать пять.
В моем стакане плюс сорок,
Скорость моего флоу километров в час?
Пиши примерно две сотни.
Да, я с тех времен где все всерьез,
И неверный шаг я, что я перенес.
Ты запомнишь лучше чем передоз,
Но дай два шага я Терренс Роаз.
Part of Mytee Dee.
The game doesn't change, the players change
And in this game, as a rule, there are no rules.
The game doesn't change, the players change
And they dropped out, because they imagined to be nothing.
Am I good? Apparently not.
Give me an incentive in the form of coins.
Hands up, oh, Dima is not a cop,
Do you want success? Seize the fucking moment.
Looking for quick money
Move, the nights are fast shadows,
Fucking mustang, on this prairie
Bitch suck but no trust
Subrovka, then introductory (introductory)
The funky hangs down
It hurts, shit
Like an angel biting.
Fuckers like mice, patient on the engine
They knocked down the valves carried out everything
Fashion house, rich son,
But daddy's status was taken out by Vasyok.
Odessa, yes you shop-world,
Apparently the district is the ass of the world,
Land of geography, paradise for the mafia,
And the types blatha, like Odafi,
Pour the boys, pour the boys,
Patients want to get off the ground.
Ancestors may have overthrown kings
But the boys want to get up sooner.
Now thick, now empty,
We dream of the crunch of cabbage
And smokes, Gust and Dustap,
Fuck all the senses.
The children have bruises here, because
Mom and Dad are bruised.
This is a dog's life
A couple of bones, you dogs.
The game doesn't change, the players change
And in this game, as a rule, there are no rules.
The game doesn't change, the players change
And they dropped out, because they imagined to be nothing.
I am reckless and young.
My backpack is loaded like a walmart (walmart)
Life is smiling
My text is like an endless aftograph
Again, again, again,
I drag myself to the supermarket
I ask you to sell me a taste of life
I drag myself off the counter, so
See
My time is running back
And life is like a mad timer
Let me run away from myself
In the sea of troubles, I'm like a diver in them,
But don't trust me
To be like you need to betray
Poisonous world, I'm Venom in it,
Household problems in genes
Sheremetyevo house and faith.
Where did you want to go?
Your punch will be pushed back into your mouth.
Tough as a sectarian as always
But you fuck in each of the mirrors.
My brother hits me like an "M16"
My brother drinks with me on the patriarchs,
Your brotherhood is pissing in a bar fight son
Your woman looks like a boniface.
And here again minus twenty-five.
Plus forty in my glass,
My flow speed is kilometers per hour?
Write about two hundred.
Yes, I have been since the days where everything is serious,
And the wrong step I have taken.
You will remember better than an overdose
But give me two steps, I'm Terrence Roaz.
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