Текст песни Рома Суровый - Оставь сдачу себе

The pair then fagot
 I throw a twenty on the table his bitch screaming "Let's surrender"
 You fucking Khachik and I give Panji
 So Nizhny Novgorod on the bier battles drags

 me, and your fleyva Maine
 I glued to my ears like the track at the time of the glue
 But they cocksucker
 And you have nothing shines, sometimes even the sun

 Ms fly with suburbs
 Even when a drunken night vebal gin
 Then I catch up with beer and in the morning porshivo
 Ebashu 6 times cooler than you as the god Shiva

 I went to your sister and she was white in the face
 Now she has a dagger in his mouth, but not Princess Milena
 In my head a lot of ideas from the sky
 The tracers fly to the right, but the left is killing people

 Patience on the verge of a coward
 My flow so heavy that it brought on a cargo crane
 And when it is discharged onto the floor
 Have your bitch pulls the valve

 Looking at God
 After Batley with me you do not revive even the unicorn tears
 You have a lot of Kritinia
 But my ahuevshy repak stone flies you into windows

 Chorus:

 This break in the bones of frames
 The cut to the final Nitro
 The paired rounds intro
 Leave room for the throne