Текст песни D.R.O.P. - Жребий брошен

Rappers spam in contact on the wall me
New tracks are now daily,
but with Battle obviously all of you flew
I moved with the themes of the fucker about the wall

I roll you on the asphalt already in the third
You get under the roller if you met me
I am dangerous than Statham under the AIDS
lots broken, pussy complain mom

First paired round I will turn into a meat grinder
Although there is a journey in the comments in the meat of the hand, the choir
I post you on pieces, hide!
twisting your finger at the temple, cry your son!

My shovel will find every ridge!
Do not forces to devote me even to you
You can not tolerate when I break the air
lots broken, go back late

I do not impetuse
And yes, I will nag up inexpensive verbal
until they gave me a couple, sit and wait the end
Fear bitch when you hear a dense headswick

You do not take this bit, not to get out, not Tupi
Your career flies dead end, in the next round you can not pass
indabattle 3 not for people like you believe
Won a famous gopnik or a full gay