Текст песни Коля Ушлый - Хип-хап брательник

I feel the college do not finish
I broke off a donut
Day and night in zamorochki
Everyone wants Th
I do not mind helping if only by bumps
Somebody quick, someone placer who sculpts the point
Sharp sharpening can not stand on the spirit
Better that the way to brew a couple of splash
Volzhsky hip Hapal representative
Over the life of the monastery
I imagine the audience
SLD City
Like a small town but forgive
Take for pitik and treat yourself
Brains not ebite
Do not look for patrons
Past systems and rallies
Past departments and residents
There are in fact its own policy
Everyone needs a kind
Personally, I smoking
Far analyst
No statistician not a robber
Just write something somewhere that when he saw
Not aspired not when a stranger Salvage
I earn a living so that I speak in the micro
I never saw the same shooting galleries
And no one has ever traded shit
I never felt the most funny
But I do not rap for AEE and loved for what it

Heep Hapal Navali
Head moved into the rhythm
On fouled or at home you normally killed
This sound must crumble your head off
Though not a spice but just burn the roof

Theme savvy
Wohlen and thank God
Respect Sivolobova that I drive by Naim ravine
For it will lower the water
Originally from bezodnogo
When it unwound in the trash
The chair Placed conveniently
I for dvizhuhu cheerful
Worse breakup
Bitching when backyard
Well or so
Everything takes its course
He sees eye
Do not groan
There is as it is and fuck
The lines cling to those who are engaged in the same hip hop
Or Mutko
On their routes
While in the check Butor
While the movement of the rod
Leave in the morning
In order not to look foolish
As a friend of dog and iPhones stuffed into his hand
As bpan have ped Institute
Examples bunch they can confuse
So I will not
change his mind
Let down the account and the amount will blow, oh think tfu
A human has to do
Hip Hop bratelnik

Heep Hapal Navali
Head moved into the rhythm
On fouled or at home you normally killed
This sound must crumble your head off
Though not a spice but just burn the roof

insane story
As hip-hop moves to the masses
Tell me BrAZ
About how life is beautiful
About how to hate the Red
How hollow dzhivik time
As sometimes it makes the first Napas
As Mutko was broke and you go on foot to Haza
How are the ancestors of your roof blows to senility
Feet on the campaign dragged you Mutish shit
Rum and Coca Cola in the basements are no longer funny
Seriously fun and everyone needs to loot
Tip over infantry if you're stupid freak
Again on the milling area
It was the fifth parachute
Past another day
Lines mesh and rod
Maybe lie around all
Dima Dima rub smokes
How long does it blow off to sleep in the closet
Futurama on the screen
Under the powerful Shatikov vebal
It seems not a joke but an hour stuck
Noble bits per repit as usual naboltal
It seems not a gambit yet again in the hands of the face value
For hip hop line fell on the old magazine
In the yard punks smoke allowed in the clouds
From these moments the brother of hip hop are pulled out
Rap in my life took first place

Heep Hapal Navali
Head moved into the rhythm
On fouled or at home you normally killed
This sound must crumble your head off
Though not a spice but just burn the roof

If you love it repak I love you
I have been a matter of soaring without losing a day
 And glad that there are connoisseurs of poems Mitya
Which for fun even as vidio
Starting with the vernal water flew to snowstorms
Weekdays those plants and now confidently
I can finish what it started and write clean
New topics left in sovmesochke quality