Then he piled on thin at home about how a ton of bottom rap year after year.
Here, on the broken flow of the break, modestly, lighting up I realized that it was not tasted.
For a long time he wandered around here and there, the rapists said - this sound is not a hook.
He is a different friend, he is like a flock of bitches. It will pile wildly, then it will release waves of torment.
I'm ready to drown your fears in lyrics - give me, let me make beats fat.
This is my flavor, loudly lay it on the beat, here the eyes are out of orbit, the track is bombing - this is a hit!
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It's a hit, the track bombs - it's a hit!
It's a hit, the track bombs - it's a hit!
It's a hit, the track bombs - it's a hit!
Here eyes are out of the orbits! The track bombs is a hit!
We added Kacha at the dacha according to the rules,
Flowers - left, the staff MiyaGi blew boom and VIP-room.
Cartridges in a clip, there is no censorship, like conscience, bodies, forms are shaken in search ...
There is nothing to spend the night, we add swing to you. Kipa wasted money, patients are in trash today.
It was ordered, the shroud, the shroud, the smoke enveloped me - MiyaGi confidently spreads it.
Hollow, hollow, hollow! Hollow, hollow, hollow!
Hollow, hollow, hollow! Hollow, hollow, hollow!
Hollow, hollow, hollow! Hollow, hollow, hollow!
Hollow, hollow, hollow! Hollow, hollow, hollow!
Here eyes are out of the orbits! The track bombs is a hit!
It's a hit! Here eyes are out of the orbits! The track bombs is a hit!