Know, the base does not catch the sun of glare,
We chop the evidence in splifs - smoke, know, the genre is not faceless.
This is not Moscow and St. Petersburg, in the Repite of the Tula bit.
Thought the subway is sleeping Bracho? Yes, a dick there, the style has become wild.
Rap has ceased to be quiet. Each speaker of Hitman.
False on the mouths of a corporate sticker.
Siger smoke whirlwind. Games with the syllable master.
Classic only suckers for faith in a chance are paid at the checkout.
Bitch we are an iceberg. Job mathematician.
Paps on the bats plus, a prince in a blind manner of schedule.
Make louder so that the dust shakes the dust from Kevlar.
The path of the walking brother. So the muse is not dynamite.
Turning their frame. Sorry but Franklin rules the world.
Grandmas, not a frail springboard. Do not go to the grandmother.
This is not trap, here is Ander. The females do not twist back.
Do not throw in the ladies, but for so many years I did not stand on slippers.
Banks, Fat Cap, the shadows disappeared in the arch.
Press loans, banks, brands and brands.
Carhartt parks, Ballo is not Parker.
The standard of culture is an old sound. Tanker cultures.
This is MO (Moscow Faya) on you a bomb.
The album of the fire is melting the ice, take it on the test.
Complete from two cities, let them speak not fashionable.
We go to us, we can, we are tightly on the same.
This is MO (Moscow Faya) on you a bomb.
The album of the fire is melting the ice, take it on the test.
Complete from two cities, let them speak not fashionable.
Fuck us, we can, we are tightly on the same.
Who is there? Cities sound with vains of words in notebooks.
A waste of or work here until the seventh sweat, we put experience.
Crowds with a boot of hooves. Emerate stones with a host.
They put tags, press on CAP. As long as the cops are not visible.
In the case without a foot. Believe us the TV set did not break.
We are in front of spitting in fashion. To the sounds selecting the desired code
Plus experience. We carry a special variety that was assembled from the district.
I shared a piece of fraternal with you, old but kind.
Under the sound vigor we catch the SNER, heads to the bottom and to the top.
He survived under the gaze of Lucifer, the yard was university.
Streets in moderation. I would not put it as an example to my children.
Since she grinds her teeth. More destroys than saves.
Evil, barking. If not for rap, then I don't know.
He would have stumbled at the edge, pushing the gange in glasses.
Kama takes by the horns of the bull dear, I repent.
But I will not indulge, so I will stay here.
Years are running, I have never confused my choice.
Sometimes the turmoil interferes, the thoughts are rubbing. Sheets of the notebook of a tear here.
But do not know here. Only True is so cool.
There is a ton of net in the word, it makes no sense to measure gross.
This is MO (Moscow Faya) on you a bomb.
The album of the fire is melting the ice, take it on the test.
Complete from two cities, let them speak not fashionable.
Fuck us, we can, we are tightly on the same.
This is MO (Moscow Faya) on you a bomb.
The album of the fire is melting the ice, take it on the test.
Complete from two cities, let them speak not fashionable.
Fuck us, we can, we are tightly on the same.
