Текст песни Ntl - И больше я не слышу рокот космодрома

Free admission to such parties is no longer a delight for her.
In addition, no one will ask about age here,
The main thing is that the cables howl from the sight of you.
The lot of the major elite, or the wicket is open for acquaintances.
Door, inside is a scent catalyst.
Almost trapped smells.
Ninety beats per minute.
Someone says that r`n`b is cool.
Here is a tourniquet, bitch, patterns on the walls shine like velvet red.
He buys a drink, many acquaintances near the stage, sips of absinthe.
You saw each other in the spring, remember, Anton was with me yet?
Then friends: seven out of ten are virgins,
And three are skillful whores.
The first second could listen for hours, hanging the organs of love slowly.
She knows the DJ pretty well.
He met with her, and stupidly more experienced people from one gallery.
A sea of ​​acquaintances, some new connections.
Yes, he blamed the baron, the others were crap.
"I don't play CD."
And again barrel to barrel because of a kiss on the cheek.
Rubs, she wants to swagger. Tell me, you fool, are you glad?
Change tour operator, call your older brother
To overshadow the lighting with your expensive phone.
Into the bar with the thrill of fiery thirst, twice absinthe.
On a monotonous rapchine *** with a crescendo.
The chicks around are competitors, she probably thought so.
The first to be always and everywhere is her ego.
They put in a slow one, the mane fell down.
Filled two boxes of "Miller", past Valera.
Our Vasilisa will not tolerate such a Vasya, even to the left.
Stupid deer are Xenia's classmates.
You sit with them in vain, the rasta jambs are glued.
Seki, boy, nothing.
Here Anfisa pushes with her shoulder - that black one, one of those that is not yet.
So this is Gromov singing in the style of soul.
I went to Moscow, shot a video.
"Don't drive me, she reads." - Corrected her type.
And r`n`b is the topic.
If you knew, Dre was playing with Eminem at that moment.
She still believes in legends.
Glamor and pathos are all her pals.
By the way, this is not at all an indicator, such darkness, now, the ward of mind.
Everyone flew to the r`n`b party, to shine that Dad bought them.
They dance like under the pills.
Slowing down the pace, they squirm, hide the plan.
The Kalach type drove.
He is macho among these suckers.
Always dribbles the ball, the cunt will get this beaver now.
Kalach spoke in a whisper so that the actor would not hear.
Then she threw down, a photo of the goddess.
Now you're in the second round.
Goes smoothly to the bar no longer with a sour face, but all so mysterious.
She smiles as if she is happy about something.
In street clothes [perish], the athlete was standing nearby.
"Hello goddess. Oh, really."
He runs his right hand over her elegant fabric.
And so current to you, and what do you like?
Let's dance? Two hours passed. Drink, pack yourself again.
Twelve glasses or five? This room starts to strain.
"Roma, will you take me home?
I’m not drunk, it’s true, I need a healthy air.
I have ancestors in the country, you are a pretty boy,
Yes, and you're a poet. "" Ha, is there through what? "
"My dad is an astronaut, I will go to the cosmodrome tomorrow."
The intercom is behind, the elevator did not work.
Walk on foot, then at home, here we are.
Sex with love preludes, plan to vomit.
Works by Gromov, Major Hut.
In a cut, pizdato, dad will return - there will be no roar of the cosmodrome.
I took out everything, half of the range of "House of Life", maybe the amount.
Well, what and how do they think?
Neither one nor her friend knew him.
Someone pissed her just that he was a star and yo.
Called trash.
Fuck, let's hook all the rappers, but fuck it, he's not among them.
Nobody knew who he was.
For a long time derbanit with packs of bitches.
Stupid all cursed - you will be judged.
And he for a period not because of them, stupidly met the one hundred and sixty-second.