Текст песни John Doe - Жёсткий Диск

Boy, you're ready in fear and pain, for anyone in a battle turnip, because I'm the most worthy,
I’ll make you remember, I won’t get on my feet, but my album will be released, it will put everyone on coca.
Well got their hip-hop fresh, reading in songs about the scan in the hallways.
John will make everyone cry and you’re just hooked, my staff is like a chair.
Inadvertently, there is no type of their bullet, and they are waiting for the jaws to put us in the stands. But
Everyone wants a rap and a bit of swearing, I will send you without thinking in three letters.
After all, again, deliberately, to me from the denominations of the benchmarks creeps in ah hearty whisper, complaining sickly.
Take it as it is, but I'm not Captain America, but all because John Marshal Ukraine.
Again on the field there will be a massacre how, Pasha will attack and show on the round hop.
While the Panopticon comes out, yeah, your mummies get married here.
It’s not a problem to go over the heads, - shoot the lines
You rhyme hit the point apparently - the point of view.
I just remember the game for you, a narrow failure in the competitions of your groups with the truth, yes.
My glass is not empty, not full, I drink brazenly from the throat, call Pasha Count Dracula here
They will be shaken, other delights will fly away, more release will remain.
Buy back the style? I have a creative crisis, it will bring inflation closer.
This will not affect me, not a lot of women, understand and accept, moreover, believe and know.
I'm a black sheep in turnip and hip hop, but it was you who raised the white flag.
So that bombs do not bomb, from a bullet and carry you, cute suddenly your faces are waiting for pain.
He was light in sight, thought about the high, and here John Doe appeared.

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While you listened to the album on a legendary basis and screeched in malaise.
While they were passing laws, taking by mouth, I slowly take a bath.
On the turnip I will not run back and think, I really need to be famous.
Excellent here, you have excellent tours, this is because they were canceled.
In battles, they fly off a bat, where moreover failure is not a fairy tale.
And I flew bits somewhere in the clouds - catchphrases.
I also started up the gas, but, your rap so tedious pressed the stop.
In general, I have long thought to show flow, your rap with a capital Aka caps goof.
It’s so stuffed with the texts they have there, the fabulous style is in place.
In songs I’m stably resident like Resident Evil.
Accept shame, without arguing how to give a pid, so that they would immediately know all the ambition on the clock.
I'm back to rhythm, rap will die soon, John took on the old - a dead grip.
I’ll come here again, then I don’t believe them, I just assured everyone not to give you labor.
I will not repeat, I had a mouth in my mouth, and repetition is the mother of learning.
So dependent on freedom, it’s still more respectable to drown in silence than to hoarse with plywood.
Over the years, I have devoted albums and releases to only one person - myself.
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You best off, because the best John Doe, black style burns all of them again.
Listening to the album, you will immediately realize that my CD is a hard disk.
Well, that John with the premiere in sequins must have oppressed you with the phrase.
Cool rap not yet transferred? Therefore, I can’t make out the words there.
Chorus
I will make you realize that the bomb has come out again. AND
Again, you can’t identify the deceased about the sappers.
John Doe is waiting at the Turnip Museum.
Rather, with a ticket out the door, proceed inside.
Welcome to the Panopticon here.
Now the bombs now plaintively promise you grief.
Welcome everyone to me
In a panopticon, remember here a panopticon, remember.