Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - Почти фристайл

There are no other classes here.
Besides thinking and read
But if it is tired
Don't come up with sin
I do not work my hands
In the morning it is difficult for me to raise
Ate live home returned
And immediately flopped into bed
Like a hobby to play sports
How to rest in the microphone read
Write all about the same
And to the verbs to rhyme
I love walking more
I prefer to ride a hare
Dressed as likely
And I will not twitch with my finger
More than once in the metro of cops Shmanali
I was looking for a knife and gun
In pockets trifle and mobile
All the bag took my lunch
I really don't like cars
And request in the back to smoke
And for smoking in the room
I sometimes want to kill

I do not miss home myself
I have a house mega mom
After the movie Malakhov +
Walk to Universame
I forgot how much years I
Gaps in memory since
How to connect online
I do not hesitate to talk
That I have a problem
Let even she alone
But every day is a system
Systemically kill traffic
I am preserved distribution
So far normal tipper
Fry Daughter on her dachas
I am with my favorite girl
We often communicate on the Internet
But where else besides the network
Could we meet in the world
Quote your comment
You quote mine in response
Here is the territory of freedom
Where there are no prohibitions
Easy to find what I need
Just specifying the format
And if suddenly bother off the way
Recover by clicking back

Someone leads a diary
Inside writes words
Sits on the table
Headed head
Displays something handle
Afraid to show
For reading
Even mother will be wondering
And I lead a diary
But it does not hide
Now I am from him
I read something
Yesterday was at work
Today I will be at home
An acidic apple was flooded
I took me the OCOM
Yes i'm joking
Why write it
I just think that
In vain time to lose
I wrote songs
Dedicate all the time
From his personal life
Events lighting
I believe in Sport Son
How people believe in God
Just an hour per day
Believe it is not much
Put food toide
Let the spoon be waiting
While Vadim the killer
On biceps berets
Then he reads Vantuz
Breath enough
That's the secret of Son
Sport Rapu helps
Sutra fell squeezed
Circle joined
A bit dispersed
And all overclocking gave

I thought the word myself
The tool is not mine
Although I could be mine
Who cares
Dance with me
It's not rap
And not even hip hop
With your speakers drive
Some kind of greyhound gop
It's time to finish
Right now pyleosy
I will do anything
What would not wash the dishes
Quickly gone
And then continue
I study at night and text
Then I read clean
I write faster than
CIPLATES are born
Rabbies fuck
Thuster piglets
Reduce the font 2 times
And remove the fields
I write behind the line stitch
Than having yourself
Let this form of creativity
Leads me to extremes
But wins in terms of
High musicality
Not excellent punching from skills
You attack Flower
Spring has come shining the sun
All the heat is already

Still left half minutes listen track
And you will understand me just understand as a person
I'm not pulling right now how sickens rubber
You yourself are ridiculously on the play button and got into this drowsine
Under this cool minus Eminem Psycho
For an hour 20 I rolled this not a complicated verse
I have already done everything you just rest
Said what I wanted to go put tea
It remains 5 seconds and only a couple of lines
Remember one rule Son
The lesson ended when the call rings