Текст песни Irina S. - Подозрительные лица

PART 1:

verse:
In my opinion, any rapper, even in one of his disks,
There should be a cover of the track that was previously recognized.
Anyone can contradict mom or dad, wang,
But I'm not every one, so catch about granny.

I hope you all don't mind here
That soon we will assign her to the nursing home.
Understand, this is not some kind of Lada Priora,
Tamara Konstantinovna will be "understated" today.

Now her fashionable hasl is rolled into the asphalt
In the evenings she asks to do this enema in her ass
Bad with the esophagus after that time
When people in Kazakh costumes came, pushing her back.

She looks forward to a couple of mash
I am ready to read ditties and strange songs.
Thinks she has an extra hole, and
She's really a grandmother. By the way, it is more profitable for her to think so.

chorus:
Mariana Trench? Nonsense, you haven't been to Tamara.
So old that her first boyfriend is a Neanderthal.
So know within battles a new fighter:
A boy in a girl, two chromosomes, two x's.

PART 2:

verse 1:
"It's not scary, Ira is one meter tall with a cap,
Unlike her breasts, her punchlines are invisible, "
- Something latent confidently aiming the vector,
I thought about that. Dude, you must have gone blind there.

But you are not a king, son. Dada, you are your mother's son
What's hidden under lock and key
Pulling your ass up to the micro, you became especially dangerous.
I decided to substitute my own to hide it from misfortunes.

Stuck out of my business.
When I pass you, I will hear "a drug addict, probably"
I have a mind room, you have a calculation for the barns,
Rap ru is bent, but there are still a lot of bucks on SIGHT

I will take you apart piece by piece, becoming
Remove these parts without any magic.
You are an idiot, grandma, very crazy.
Tanir poured liquid from the "duck" into your deep throat.

chorus:
Life is a game
Suspicious faces all around.
And soooo inadvertently anyone can go astray.
Choose aaay,
What is really more dangerous, my friend
- A lady with a rod or a hag with a pod.

verse 2:
Get me on the "Word" like Haida
What awaits us all your shameful failure!
I will omit without using mats,
You, when I tell everyone about who you are in fact.

Your prospects are not very bright.
Run from the battle to your sister - to the devil's grandmother.
And even if your grandfather is not lustful Pushkin,
But he screams forever: "are you still alive, my old lady?"

Under Tamara's kerchief Zeynalov is shivering to sleep.
But Roma's tracks are banal, and Tom is not perfect either.
Every rapper is a grandchild's grandson, he greedily bragged about you.
Alter ego of a rooster - Roman, you are a woman with eggs.

I’m not lying, because it’s useless to read nonsense here.
Granny is not true, but an elderly Conchita from rap.
And I am so kind that a smile on my face is forever.
As they say, a woman from a battle is easier for Irina.