Mj
What kind of rocket did you give?
We don't need jetpack
I like
The first time I knew it
I was torn in rags
I want to fly
And make a ga tank
Mom will approve me to kill you
I need a bit, he is like a doping
To put pressure the cabins to the millions of those copies
I will go up to a phenomenal level
To shave the bosses of the bullet, I'm Profi
Cardiolian
I will be up to fifty dollars e **
Better shoot me, otherwise I'll take me
All your money and rewards,
You definitely don't have enough your biceps
Throw the principles, bitch on me Strike
Your son has already got into our sect, like in al-Qaeda
Ё ** must, as usual, about 10 times to a row
I have a ** r for blows, because more than once is crumpled
Do you need to be like that? You need to be like that!
I will not glue flippers, because I don't know how to swim
This is definitely not for me, tear my poster on the wall
And stuff it in your point, but only stronger
Need to boast! Need to boast!
What to say? I have a danger pillow
Poisonous move, but the car does not take me, I do not brush my teeth
In order to demolish about the floor e ** with joy, ha.
Give it up, give it up, hey, man, hey
Hey, give it up, hey, man, hey
To make hip-hap is not your talent! What is the talent?
Give it up, give it up, hey, man, hey
Hey, give it up, hey, man, hey
I am about the mortgage like a drug addict
Your every desk is feces
At least give out a handicap there
Give it up, give it up, hey, man, hey
Hey, give it up, hey, man, hey
Give it up, give it up, hey, man, hey
Hey, give it up, hey, man, hey
In my house, the lab is tightly filled
From floor to ceiling with glass flasks
In which we cook forged doping
And pompom, in order to manipulate in crowds
After all, we will deliberately cut the doors forever
Now now I will fly with feathers
We made you fought in hysteria
We steal on the bats, pour Volume and Stereo
Hide Jin, we are in an instant
And this time I really did not sweeten the pills
Will be, the hive is turned out with the naked hands
Neither a machine gun takes me, nor a rapier, nor a bullet
I would help here, like Misandra
I walk along the genres, like glyssando
Who says, I carry me to darken, but myself?
I will throw in words a deflection, as if in sambo
Gave a bit, in the subject of my beloved I. Want a bif?
Spend a lot of strength and time past
What are you not have motives
Don't even think next to my
Put feminity in the name
Apparently flew into your house for a long time
After all, the grip will not push the scrap, not
So, this music will not be silent
And while I'm on the bat, do it loudly
Give it up, give it up, hey, man, hey
Hey, give it up, hey, man, hey
To make hip-hap is not your talent! What is the talent?
Give it up, give it up, hey, man, hey
Hey, give it up, hey, man, hey
I am about the mortgage like a drug addict
Your every desk is feces
At least give out a handicap there
Give it up, give it up, hey, man, hey
Hey, give it up, hey, man, hey
Give it up, give it up, hey, man, hey
Hey, give it up, hey, man, hey
