Текст песни Заги Бок - Я внизу

Chorus:
If I'm at the bottom of Th. And I'm on the dick who goes on top.
I shoot my rhymes in the wind.
I'm down, I'm down. And I poheru who goes on top.
I shoot my rhymes in the wind.

See me - do somersaults, I Jura Hoi coat.
Prints yellow Panton, about how I Ponto
per ton of cardboard katonku touch it with a child.
Then loudly announced their readiness to become familiar with the subtleties of
Maps up suits, no crunch of bones
Even if the gesture snafal amfych handfuls
Always stay in trouble with the authorities
In order not to be concluded in three planes
This skeleton, we on this planet at a party.
And perhaps they will forgive us, and will be welcomed with open arms
Those among third grade in authority.
The authors of this article are responsible for smog over parts
Yellow line! Moscow! Gourmets mercenaries,
Remember people, you all the way naёbyvali.
We give a new, based on yoga.
In the south-east open to you our hatches
As people at Woodstock, we draw circles on the water.
Twist setting, all build on a construction site & quot; Smirnov & quot;
Cooking elixir gourmet hip hop fat.
Fell under the millstone, but do not become victims of a new,
Through the concrete Babylon're in our yellow lair.
Remembering that will not give second conditional.
Shalom of-ol g. Everything exactly, I'm down.

And I'm on the dick who goes on top.
I shoot my rhymes in the wind.
I'm down, I'm down. And I poheru who goes on top.
I shoot my rhymes in the wind.