All rappers from Yekaterinburg shake hands
Contrary to the laws of nature, people somehow live there
I remember how aeroflot flew there cool
But he got out of the plane and almost gave oak
Frost and sun the day was lovely wonderful
But the repack would not survive in the intercontinental climate of the local
And to be honest, my wonderful friend, in the winter pipets there
Pushkin somehow crap one's pants and was just glad to warm up.
Of course sorry for such a disgusting run
But such is the nature of the polls of all young rappers,
In the round, three Pushkin spoiled supposedly rap shit
But judging by the tracks, his conclusion is not surprising.
If the table name repack opposite your son
Do forehead, belly button, wallet, watch,
Wipe away the tears, say cheese while listening to Lyova’s track
Skills Will Not Help; Only Jehovah Will Help Here
Indeed, contrary to the laws of nature, but according to the canons of the laws of Murphy
My rhymed pens make rap your dead
And you stubbornly racked your brains by inventing your zachotny creative
But by God it’s better if you didn’t read the text, and pulled your lips
What would be stopudovo contrary to the laws of nature
The only thing left behind the scenes is how you ate ass sandwiches.
Yes bro, you soundly say if you throw away the rhythm of meaning and notes
But you are against me like a shuttlecock de mort against which Harry Potter
Contrary to all laws, how a nigga from a battle drains me
I'm not in the compartment that absolutely manages this abnormal
Delicate taste in rap, rumor unreal
But most likely the bandit simply has a lack of attention
I assume everyone knows who will win this pair
Cool I fall under the beat, Reading my text
Girl you, or boyfriend, or daddy you or mom
Raise both hands, bored despite
... everyone knows who will win this pair
Cool I fall under the beat, Reading my text
Girl you, or boyfriend, or daddy you or mom
Raise both hands, bored despite