Mom, dad, my music is not komelfo, but the girls flow
Mom, I'm not a genius far away, plus my voice and I don't take care of myself.
They said that he was not far off, vatokat, underdeveloped, mamolyub, voloeb. You're a fool?
Yes, we are the ones to whom you told not to confuse the shores, it is clear that for you we are like a temperature drop.
Speak like this, you are not a fountain, and people will never know Lavender,
But I, like a tank or an atlas, bent steel on the bit like a Whatman paper.
Yes, I’m moved, moved, moved, moved, do not come up again
Not one bastard, but there were not a few of them, did not digest and died from this rap, because
