Капюшон ноу мо душевые кабины текст песни
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I fucked be empty , giving himself dropwise
Neglecting his "I" feed the fire his passport.
I alien world, arrange a holiday ,
What would all the evil around fag started laughing .
I thought I was not angry, I honestly saw the sun in the sky.
But all this changed to anger and my throat singing.
Lab Soul , stuffy and I do not care
Know whom you replaced Mo - sales sales .
People do not know me , I'm in a crowd , I'm happy
And I think that the words will run after them .
And do not take in hand more than the ugly eraser
We won , and let them know that we are not empty .
Give yourself a chance , and the sound will be heard everywhere,
We should not eat more broken crockery .
We kissed all the saints in these durable pits
I breathe the white smoke , do not make mouthfuls .
They wanted to know who I stay with them ,
I directed his text , paste scratched blue .
This is not the tracks - that's life. In my hands smell.
Do you know where to look for the dream ? Stop by tomorrow .
Still writing nonsense . but still,
He would get up and go , if you hear it .
This repak emotions, in which the heart beats ,
I can not say "I love you ", but will be there , honestly.
Run by people in life, there is interesting , though .
This is particularly the convenience to change the weather,
I open my mouth , hungry hawala pooh July
I am Mr. homeless and all, but I 'll come here next .
She sparkles - my life, and I did not move over ,
Through the bars of eyelashes , I'm moving on the lights .
I breathe , ingalipt , uttering a cry ,
Warmed sleeve breath kasayasya lips.
I'm not a poster of your walls, a double circle,
I randomly found his own style , inventing vomiting.
I am eight kilogram fire multiplied by ten ,
The first clinic in the ears playing these songs .
I have seen copies of everything that was near
But the love of father and mother, and warm home .
I'm a rapper , wearing crosses , fake Nike ,
And I look people in the eye and see avatars .
This cold weather - Sleeping Lenin
I leave my pattern on the head. Uh, ny !
She sparkles , my life, and walks sound
And I breathe into your heart tube from the juice .
Mota tape , what took you for beats'y ,
This is my love for the sound of the headphones 200.
This wild barracks us, and my cries .
Advocating brains, you vyplyunesh poem.
Mezhuyev ropes my world , I am distracted from the judges
My planet - it's a fight where there is no chair in the corners .
I need to know both legs and feel the whole body ,
Hear footsteps , take a punch and send prayers to heaven .
Where shines longing , I stood toward God,
I do not change the font , important to me , what would you understand me .
I burns in a maze of fine track light
Where the window there's a summer opportunity to see the sky .
But I Kopyushon Mo , write poems about what I see :
Old neighborhood , my house , my clothes hoodie .
I remain a child with eyes evil skunk ,
And to win her love, not everyone's strength .
In a closed shower, rain beat stories
I cursed her in rap and it sat at the couplets .
Make hits and fiercely biting , smiling world
After all, it's time to break away from all the warm udder.
Lesson up, cool style , live wild breath ,
One who is always silent , to become one shouted :
"I ceiling and floor , I drowned And without getting wet ,
FEET About LPO . PEOPLE DO NOT TOUCH TRIGGER ! "
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