Neither fashionable bow nor cultural code will save you here.
The listener will easily drain poison on the forum through the computer.
Count the sins and build a grave mound
to the one who didn't update his fashionable hip-hop in time.
The former star is at the bar today. Loch
under the booze whines that they don't appreciate his stuff.
Let a couple of fans expire nectar like levka
it won't get rid of spitting. And they are more than enough.
Local rap is either dumb and deaf, or stupid and blind.
A boring row of cloned groups with odes to hemp.
Even the top that still rhymes "rap bread"
pathetic and absurd, as if Gleb had forgotten the text in the battle.
How many years has he been getting up from his knees,
this Frankenstein is a rotting golem. Used to be sick
for his success, but have seen enough of all this fuss
and decided to try to avoid associations with him.
Thoughts again incurred, they will get to you without a qualification.
He crossed talent and evil - this is the product of their incest.
How many years from you a wave of awkward text.
We cook in the same pot, but with you from a different dough.
Again, the young bug was another parody of flow.
In the videos, he fiercely traded in fucking, shocked him head-on.
Only here your efforts are not quoted, clone.
To put it figuratively, a Glock is mounted in my throat.
Clung to death, like NATO and the Eastern bloc.
Playing for high stakes - as if God squeezed the Caps Lock.
This logic will blow away the whole rabble without firing a shot.
I load her into a jersey, she's just killer!
And so they go down the drain again
all departures from the darkness into the shining void.
What's the use of pushing after all, it is clear that the talent has died out,
and the ego was swollen due to the influence of the flattery of the brothers.
You shouldn't press "play" if you are a fierce shitophobe.
What kind of repetition here, even to cut in the background is not comme il faut.
Everyone who thought that I was driving like Schumacher - there is info:
If you have any questions, you can call me on the go-to-phone!
Time is running out with a Detroyd rabbit. The goal here is simple -
like a canadian drake rise from zero to a hundred,
having managed not to disgrace the whole area. Well, if so -
consider that this is a raider seizure of your playlist!
I do not listen to rap, I do not follow him, all at one time, uh, I followed him very much.
You know uh ... how can I explain ... I FOLLOWED HIM, I loved him.
When he began to degrade, as you say, well, he became degraded
