Текст песни К-59 Clan - Ебанёт по твоей психике

In Bonga boils water
I am pussy aaaaa
Music on wires
A couple of nations in firewood
Red eyes
On the monitor game
Bit on pause
A couple of hours of hardcore
See, it's just a wall
Removed fucking
In the ebash rubbing to the base
Once at once in the cheek
Short paths son.
Where dogs do not live
I'm not used to looking back
I'm not used to when the eyes are pourable
I'm from the underground huyach
I am so pussy
I'm not a boy
And not hiding the pack
Behind postal box
Something scratch well
I will not pay attention
Just in case
On gases at speed
In the back seat
Through tinting is not visible
That I am impressed
I leave much to be desired
But not the worst quality lover
When letters becomes boring
Make smoke Pueši.
Low frequencies Bassa
From Lower Salam
Rap from the underground
While red ribbons in the eyes
Vepit on Nizam
Pure himself
Under pussy production
Ebashite bits as a hammer
According to your tower
According to your tower
Without pink snot
While drank city
Mafia hip-hop here
Without gold chains
And without iPhone Yeba
Mafia in Shady
Mafia hip-hop

Epta, pizdato smells her grass
Smoke smoked eyelids
On bits words
Do not approve of baults
Because psychos
Mafia hip-hop fucking
On your psyche
Inadequate, Vatakat, Rastaman EU
Everyone has its own truth
What is the strength brother?
Power in words
And a little in bullets
In pistol
It seems to be matured
Although we behave like children
These couplets do not understand
To those who finally do not in the subject
Do not sing us
Children on a school bench

Epta, pizdato smells her grass
Smoke smoked eyelids
On bits words
Do not approve of baults
Because psychos
Mafia hip-hop fucking
On your psyche