Endgame:
This is the hammer of Thor, like the arrival of OMON.
You did not believe in God, it was fashionable.
Local * from the Cyborg series.
Catch my organ, intersternal bormann.
This is bora bora, the city made a raven.
You thought the norm, yes x * th there, you are not a hormone.
This Mortal Kombat died in the vast.
A bullet indiscriminately and come on without a dora.
Tribe Children Glora, track or bomb.
We do it for new, again for new.
The fish roamed here, in the role of the prosecutor.
A robe is hiding in a car from a carbon fiber.
There are not many of you here, but you haven’t taken the floor.
Broken syllable, broken verb.
Cut a bunch of evil, bite a solo.
Andy not Ebola, screw yo * la.
Sooters - by holes, hucksters - by holes.
Bitches by holes, holes by holes.
Shobla is a storm here, hands with an injection.
Hiding in schools, with childish shame.
My impudent tone from the Asian steppes.
Mountains carry away mixtures of blood.
Fools - lip-slops fill the halls.
Steal my rap like Karl has Clara.
Chorus:
On a flat style flew into a bit.
They blew up, twisted, the cops - no offense!
On a flat style flew into a bit.
They blew up, twisted, the cops - no offense!
MiyaGi:
Damn it! Hit will kill. Spoken: do not translate.
Go slang track is this quiet.
His mother for perespam, lei here unsubscribe.
Terrorists, paralysis. It’s cry beat!
Dynamite. The house is a shaker. Sound is too much.
Thief or Pontus - redeem your own ambition tone.
City python, stash, concrete.
Gave us an unshakable mentality!
Rap like cancer burns Like Joan of Arc.
Soot and ash! Bonga deluge.
Peace is my sign. Kiss my ass is the enemy.
I will conquer Everest and dig in the flag.
Here at the corners, swing around.
The shoals are booming in it.
Bracho, do not lose face. Tusa is Friday.
I found a ladder to Heaven, kid.
Chorus:
On a flat style flew into a bit.
They blew up, twisted, the cops - no offense!
On a flat style flew into a bit.
They blew up, twisted, the cops - no offense!
MAXIFAM:
Where I come from is respect in priority.
We filtered speech, and also children.
Silence is gold, words are wind.
Streets, labels, potnicks - fight!
But one * oops, everything is decided by money.
Serve for bread, for life there is not a penny.
At least sit down yourself, a drip with a skullcap.
Here it is - hasl, bitch!
The secret is how to raise the cash register.
One of seven geniuses from Central Asia.
Chasing the lave is not about * bi legs.
Either blitz krieg or wiggle-wiggle.
Exit large caliber in the head - Pau.
So as not to press.
And shut yourself in, now melting resentment.
Remember, the main thing is the love of music.
That's right - live without a doubt.
And feel light.
So that the east would arouse pride.
In order not to draw into the abyss.
- Surrender, surrender!
Answer voice: “And so everything is bad.
Tired of everything. As you wish!"
Take a deep breath!
Take a deep breath!
Less - more.
Poor rich; White black.
Living dead; Smear - stubborn bull!
You all have one thing: to be in the stream
Or fall out and find yourself!
Demons sit deep.
The demons will eat you alive.
No offense! With or die, or hands behind your back!
Alive or killed - decide for yourself!
Notebook on the table. There is a bit in my ears.
Come on. It was time for the harvester.
[...] Claim! This is my lane.
[...] In it, time is sand.
Living with whom it was, but today is a wheel.
In a reluctant movie. Bitch, my bottom.
Bitch, bitch, my bottom.
Chorus: x2
On a flat style flew into a bit.
They blew up, twisted, the cops - no offense!
On a flat style flew into a bit.
They blew up, twisted, the cops - no offense!