Текст песни TRUEтень x MAXIFAM x Isupov - Продолжаем Игру

Isupov
What will cause the road on which I go, man?
Why believe in heaven, but, if we are in hell?
People do not see the edge, then stupidly into the abyss go.
Dirty snow melts, but the flowers do not bloom.
For the benefit of us lie, vparivayut Huet, yes.
What did you have to choose one, but zero choice.
The band would get pipe,
The lid will pop, and not how much you are hapnul ruble.
Raven, who has lived for hundreds of years already zasharil kitchen
And looking black eyes rotten in these souls.
Whoever digs a pit you nervously lit a cigarette.
Vaguely says "land down" and forget tomorrow.
It's simple: throw the garbage, the judge will give a verdict.
Suter whore throw and will leave under the fence.
Treteklashki take gram and go home,
Sinegaly a week prisyadut the booze.
Oh, and do not change, they have someone to us,
And somebody for them, yes, there is someone above us.
I wonder what it thinks down,
Staring into the darkness you, but you did not know about it.
Look, nigga, there's fucking everywhere.
Mermaid sits on a twine at the sight of green bills, damn.
Established good business, there is scrape-ka - dick.
We just continue to live, and the wind will blow away the ashes.

TRUEten
Gathering of crows over this wolf pack.
Roesch chuzhoo linen, past someone's scroll.
Full speed ahead - with these doors torn off hinges.
Time passes, the rhyme falls under the cold wind.
Lights on, doors open at night no one,
At the dawn of each other, they are digging the grave.
Lanterns light a little, I used a little bit more,
Painful, people were drawn to the quiet stream.
Falling dust, falling asleep empty windowsill.
The cries of the crowd, and there buried under masks laughter.
Feeling stupid, sticky mud lay down on his chest.
Shadows are blind, and we continue to play again.
High fence built again between me and you,
And speaking behind not leave anything.
Hey, I will warm the cold porch,
On a dirty window, large letters the inscription: "I am here."

MAXIFAM
Yards broadcast "On the way out with all things."
Not to tick them off the fucking with claws.
There must ksiva or ohuevshy dad.
Kazakhstan westward, fume scent.
The shore is not confused here kneading something fierce.
May publicly for all tastes dishes
And can forget everything, bury and hide,
Razebat all obla - Lasik standing rushes.
The export classifications, if it happened,
Prior to roll up your dick good alas,
Before critical dick sent to dick.
City Tu broadcasts: "We have a life - no sugar"

We're surrounded by the steppe, and only one way out: to flee or go to the bottom.
You want everything to be good, but evil is always interferes with the good.
You want a good position: given the money - you are adopted, for many, was adopted.
I climbed up the wrong way, as the pin was knocked out without a battle and dust.
House of cards collapsed, always ready not struhnul,
Cold heart not eknet and you will die,
What do you want? Complain to the dick, walk past,
Do you want to lie down, turn somersaults with his beloved,
Be an exemplary father, a family man.
This is hardly about you moron piece.
We are not 33, but we are all as one.
Enthusiasm, solidarity, labor,
Not so difficult to understand, you are weak, or is worthy to join the game.
Everyone is waiting for your turn, cards on the table, they are thirsty,
Look into my eyes - there is greed,
In the soul of compressed all demons!