Текст песни Beats - мастера подполья

I choose this style
'Cause he knows all my insides
  inside sitting by the fire writes on the walls of the record
I make you a connection with him you did not fall unnecessarily
After all, the underground knows the city but only through puddles
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In the morning, a bit on the ears sits a view from the window will add meaning to this sound so as not to be dumb
For this turn you can go and not go
These thin threads ... fates on shelves under the ceiling
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this room asks to add sound
Here, too quietly type in the search for a bit by the arm
Leave your girlfriend at home
This food does not go out but it’s difficult to cook