Текст песни Казян - Красная ночь

Tyscha fumes Opera on rapper
They are from the pen of recognition,
And my text.
Clean conscience,
And I would not repent become
bandits's where they shaved before the bulls.
The balance of this: face-to-wall with the wall,
His tongue, his hands behind his back.
Mother meets debris, showing pictures.
Scour softly father sleeps with the trip.
Under the feet of the fragile crust
There are three of us
I barely cop, and I set them to lie.
Fictional History of the Second
Where's the other?
You bitch young fuck us all something even I think?
And I was thinking after each phrase.
Fucking girls because at the will of iron
Yes, with all the guys shag inflate.
All the way a hypocrite, but I am so no one believed it.
In appearance I was fucking calm,
Inside, I was on the verge of hysteria.
My anger has no limits.
Here is a vivid example of how the human state to alter.
Is this power?
Power in the hands of the enemy,
One ugly.
In our carpet in their shoes,
And I see in the eyes of the arrogant policeman
What a fucking respect for him ?!
God forbid, this track will not continue.
All fucking with my homies and brother Eugene.
Dimarik, has come quickly