Текст песни Саша Выше - Весеннее Оно Mangust Battle vol. 1 Round 1

And in the judges of Mayspace, and the mangoste battle, but went fuck

AAA in the judges of Mayspace he threw me with the chorus
Asked to reduce it threw, as if the soul was not hoarse
He threw he thumping Hakh throw me forever
I love the cold, but your punches with a stove

Vantek Thank you I now do not believe people
You raise a lie on a plate, on eban dish
And in this bit under the violin confidently read
I cut your lines with hands like swords

Spring it, I did not understand the topic
In my soul the door there is a bitch squeezled
Spring monster? Smesena Mayspace?
Well, this is past the topic, although there is a sense

I flew on the battle I flew in that season
Passed the monotonous track and floated on the bit
And dickey fucking yes minuses
As if a chain from some electrons "What?"

You are social. Network I entered you
Without login password, you ripped off the seam