Текст песни khaki - Оборот

Non-slum dummy

I am typing my turn
And throw in bezen
Dialing
I am typing
Gas to the floor and block
Hooks on the right ceiling
You follow the player

His good
I do not exchange lyicons
You merge all loot
And I fucking scene

After all, while I did rap
Haip is already a couple
They will say Khalibek
Gives fiery heat

On your casson
What gives in heaven
Street fights
Or battles on ponts

We volidinate smoke
Rear do not give
On the top and in the shakes
Hands Kulachy

I crept to break
Speeds to the end
We are unprecedented paradise
Puli full lead

Rubber on wear
But I stand on my
And on one melody
Swing on Rogon

I do not look at loss
I'm not watching
Only me my soul
It can notice

Grozno to have
Walls of old huts
Your mother burn them
Without charging wood

Breaky on everywhere
I light the subscriber
First Etude
Simphi Land

Nothing forgot
On ointment, I speak additives
Not even endured
In which the image itself and pity

Implemented in text
Understand you consider
Everything is so superficial
How did you think smart

Close the door
For freedom of its time
I'm singing one
Confidently believing

Your turns are not for
Collect your debts
You won't get out
While your ufs live

Only so gaining
Not for that and bad
Pulse in a frame overclocking
After all, I'm on the first

Meeting with myself face to face
All turns into force and blind
Envious, strong only
What is gaining powerful turnover

And despite keeping the flame in hand
And on yava reality, not in a dream
Believes in my own, prisoning all the heat
Lights fire, and on paper wing

In the wilderness, far backings
And in the lonely world joined belief
Case in yourself, business prominent
Deal in mind ... pick up turnover