I thought about what my son awaits me further
I can do it to the peaks
I am sure that while there is fire, I will only burn them
And there we will decide, well, you know what will happen
After all, my life is a freestyle, I did not lie then
We twist further hits, and in the chart not you
We call here the witnesses, here he died, on the bats when I started to lay
Alas, profit is not an indicator of talent, you are only a phenomenon, a temporary rule of a chart VK
Know my path, know my moth, his name is
There someone jumped into the plane, and I'll get on foot
We are not looking for that it is easier, power is in simplicity, because the truth
But when we are talking about talent, you no longer need to choose
Come on for Bob man, come on for fishing man, let's hapai, who is the stamp of bro, will not let go of the plan, it’s not far from us, to fly to where Sun is
We seem to be soaring on the crosses, because I am also in the trash
And do not tell us
What are we doing wrong!
There is always a plan for all problems
And we are quietly good here.
I let smoke under the ceiling, you don't smoke only a son
I will serve this lesson, you're to the trigger, and I took the katan
Your resourcefulness clings to me, believe me
I looked down, and you put the trigger and rushed the smoke upwards
Now I will know, in the battlefield whom to take, everyone will be able to rhyme to rhyme
Throw your knife, touch, trembling and that similar
Send, all who are here, give me five minutes, everyone lies, on the heels of a rod
You are tick jester, throwing letters, passing the tourniquet, Korefan-dick, suffered suddenly
Come on for Bob man, come on for fishing man, let's hapai, who is the stamp of bro, will not let go of the plan, it’s not far from us, to fly to where Sun is
We seem to be soaring on the crosses, because I am also in the trash
And do not tell us
What are we doing wrong!
There is always a plan for all problems
And we are quietly good here.