Текст песни the Chemodan - Приглашение в Воронеж и Москву

Prilomlyaet bit, do wider range of Battle of the Psychics
I have no hands adds sound to eat yogurt and your Dobey
morning coffee, ёёu and rhyme let the pros
rap stands and smokes like a Rasta, then have someone
stunted house, and who is a private, not leaving for later
where the forces are taken in removing all kinds of microphone nezhit..i is the enemy defeated, the stage is
do not fucking circus in the arena, the songs are the same
and skin the same fever, a nuclear war between good and evil

Aaa rhyme to let the pros, that does not break the mask of Mike blood, we bring down there
where are the trophy, and you're confused about fifty
from my words, I do not let leftist in his coffin
then go under the hammer, thousands of sheets, my closed
but later disperse the seam, and while trembling recollect
me in the morning from dreams, as always takes you a bit
in "nak-down" even though I like seydat, but you look like
Down and your flora, our fauna of Tony as a
Ostrich underground appreciates fuck round ...