PLC:
Let's not lie. You've been waiting for this all year.
Your white is here and he needs a white escort
Your white in black is his dress code
Bad bitches on the dance floor is his escort
With me, only my people are a signal
There is no love for other whites - in the heart of winter
Will never be back, gone forever
But they will follow the footsteps again
Fuck this battle rap
You .. no, we all pissed off
Comedians and Tourette Syndrome
In total, everything is one, no matter how you swap
I should not talk about it
Must leave everything in beauty
And maybe I'll go until the summer
But I can’t watch how the rebellion turned into a gum
Fight i don't have to talk about much
To make everyone comfortable, to keep everyone clean
And I should not talk about the main thing
Winter goes with a needle under the nail, all that remains for me is to survive
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
Ai, give me a bottle
I am good
Do you see a smile on your face?
And we will leave here with those whores
But before that, we’ll gobble up everything, drink it all, smoke it, sniff it
At age 6, I forgot how to fall asleep alone.
For a day I forgot how to fall asleep sober
She spreads her legs whispering to me: "Come in"
So I'm trying to find a way out of a ship in distress
And I'm going down all trying to run away from the past
Kanye was right - pain is not cheap
So love dies - and to hell with it
You wanted my winter - on, freeze
Hyde:
In aah from prices, in aah from scenes
Buried talent. I enter the Center
Someone drinking dubstep absinthe
Someone stealing pieces of concern
She found me like a treasure, only blasphemy I'm empty?
In this stoned tone like a smoked Cousteau
In this poisonous love
Mumbled slurred in response as if the scriptonite track
So cronyism of all
Therefore, pressed out - press, pressed out - press
When you confess to yourself something is a sin
Again depressed - press, depressed - press
I didn’t notice winter as a sarcoma
I threw quarters as if I called on a payphone
I climb up to better see and fear God
I climb up so as not to fall into the pool
Hassan:
The story of where I make plans for the year
It gets colder again, but again I hope to rewrite it again
The story of where I put everything at stake again
And with new ideas I go arrogantly only forward
Hi to those who were visiting
But here is only the backbone of BM
Got a deal? Vatsap, direct
Sometimes on the minuses and you thought I was exhausted - but no
Cause my winter, my winter
The fall is followed by a take-off
But the pain is from you, the pain from yourself
To the plus goes under the ice
This is my winter, my winter I catch a hat and score like Krish
Pass and shake like Krish
He took off the cream, shook his neck like Krish
Cuban:
Fashioned himself
Celsius fell so low
Money froze hands and chains froze hands
I need more fuel in the tank
The white one that is unlikely to learn to wait
In these snows I'm so subtle
But here I am king and these people call me Yeti
And let on the bald on ice and to victory
It won't be easy, but we ride, bitch, we ride
I was alone. It's not easy without you
I breathe fire, and in the chest Oymyakon
That gray house and cold balcony
So many sleepy, among them I am nobody
And the pulse stops. I do not change course
It's a victory taste, mother of yours
Again on the verge of feelings, we press the start
Today I will return to give on ice
And on the way, these miserable incidents
And even if I fall - rejoice
Soon I will drive up in the snow on Brabus
Meeting you is minus one. And I'm not talking about degrees
IW:
See this white vape?
See this white debbit?
You see, he cuts down on a rap?
We jump into the Vance, 5 seconds, we are in Merc and go
Five lemons, verified seller
Regions in Moscow, 110 in the snow
Thoughts in my head with a local accent
All about the grass. I feel like one of the center
There is no one here:
Producer, sound and dark little boy band
It smells delicious, perfecto by weight
Che for the price? White forget it. This is the value of the moment.
How many skins were passed, white?
Everyone ended up battered like Leo
You're right, but your thoughts sweep left
Speak less, do one more
Money paper like swarm or rizla
Rose high if you twisted cool
Soft armchair, cartoon about a fox
Delivery bonus - free pizza. Open
