Текст песни D.R.O.P. - Жребий брошен

Rappers spam in contact on the wall to me
New tracks are now daily,
But with Battle, everything you were blinddled
Run from the themes of fucking wall

I roll you on the asphalt already in the third
you get under the rink if you met me
I am dangerous than Statham under the AIDS
lots thrown, pussy complain mom

First paired round I will turn into a meat grinder
Although there is a journey in the comments in the meat of the hand, the choir
I place you on pieces, hide!
twisting your finger at the temple, cry your son!

My shovel will find every ridge!
no power to devote me even to you
You can not tolerate when I break the air
lots thrown post back late

I am like an armored train
And yes, I will nag up inexpensive verbal
until they gave me a couple, sit and wait the end
Fear bitch when you hear a dense otcup

You do not take this bit, in people do not get out, not Tupi
Your career flies dead end, in the next round you can not pass
indabattle 3 not for people like you believe
Won a famous gopnik or a full gay