Текст песни Сумасшедший - Show

Hey on the sides of my keta
This evening will be long
If I forgot the boilers

We start not having time to finish
When on a minute
Your money does not solve
Leave these show -offs

Repers will arrange a show
On a home environment
I'm more comfortable just like that
Fuck all your party

Let's drag your showdowns

Everyone is ready
Fucking your chicks

We are leaving for the area
I don't need a press
Make this rise
It doesn't matter to me how it lies
After all, we will take it
Cheff the cook of this kitchen
Well familiar

Well familiar
On me is the twenty -eighth
Raise up
And we get the floor

This baby is in the know
On the order of the head
You don't know my name
But listened to the whole crowd

There is a mood
I rarely appear
Like a groovy
I shoot Panchi
Communication phone
Not exchanged on this road
Where is my microphone
Where is the microphone
There is hip-hop
Filled in full
I fly into every yard
I'm sure of myself
Dense oblique
I fuck me what you thought
Under a white strip