In the hot summer we take out brochures
Broken beat, bass in the wind.
Glasses pop out at the speed of light
The planet is balde, balde all summer.
Weyy ... we don't need berets in blue.
4style on style globally,
One hundred point system.
Everyone hurts, happy with the vocals.
I cut out a hundred points (X4)
My faithful assistants:
Rhymes, rhythms, notes, moments.
Special items:
Mixer, fader, phaser effects.
Kiki, claps, samples, hey-hats.
Clips, bitches, ta4ki, guns,
dough pa4ki-glam show-off, Definitely ...
Definitely, we are strong man4ik,
Rap4ik like in a ghetto
Glam4ik le4it style at the verse,
All the favorites are heavily zombified,
All competitors rebound with a bang.
Waiting for victory, failing
Because they did not know the incentive for success.
Incentive for success:
Skills otto4il, style cobbled together
beat down the beat, set up the temp ranges.
The acoustics of quarreling, stereo spreads sterile spaces.
The latitude of goodness, we mix potions,
We will pack everything intravenously.
We chatter with a song word,
For the sake of the rats, we will lie down on the waves-ears fuck you all without exception.
We fuck your ears to all of you,
We lay on the style of kaneshno we exactly,
The solutions settled in the body steadily,
Of course, they ate everything, and asked for it.
4style in stereo style,
Fuck acoustics, stereo whole
Shoots from the stage directly at targets.
Bullets are even priceless in dust
From the light of dawn, you were all divorced.
You were happy, and now you are broke.
Strive higher.
Look further.
Breathe deeply.
4it 4e, live better, be more beautiful than everyone, but
but, but, but do not rush to rush up the boy.
This is not a nation, but just a bazaar from the heart.
Finger rings, take your time.
For a warm spoon, don't reach out.
And everything will FUCK.!)))
