Текст песни Хип - Хоп Одинокой Старухи - Комната прожига

If you want peace, prepare for me
Look at me, so I'm on a horse
Your family tree in my left hand
I come to your house as in the native crypt
Exhaled smoke in the hall windbreak
Where to fall and there will be a house
God punish? Who are the judges ...
Your whole morality is my diploma
Do not tell my heels
Then the war for the throne
My flesh around the head
And blood is my blood
Always tired and crumpled
Forever Young Forever drunk
Forever Young Forever drunk
to lie low but can not be
Suki asked me
Bitches acrobystitis me
Bitches Force me
And I do not understand with dick
Tiny carries hookah
And I'm the third day without sleep
All floats, I do not know where
They zima16
In our ghettos spring
In our ghettos spring

I slept Rome your whole world is my room burning
Images, voice, hair, drunken all that is not lived
The memory is already not very many but I was here
Forgot your own voice and the dog with him
All that I was not killed is preparing for what will kill me after

I was taught to live and not survive
But through suffering, surviving either suffer and honeydew
Your girl you used to change?
I knew you'd get up my che

Dude, envy - bad
And if you still have not noticed
We pay so much attention to the sins
And fucking benefactors