Текст песни ловите - юмор2

hardcore still my humor
but it became more and more fools ugarat
still under the gun
I will not accept your rules and practices
and almost half enveloped in love
and you can not imagine
how cool to wake up in the morning to you
no longer touch chito stories wilted with Gar
I want a two-room apartment within the Ring Road
and in the theater got the role pozhitelnaya
to live together with the angel
and the window will afigenny landscape
but no desire to live too much in the severity
walk smeared with soot and sleepy
brushing on poludohlova
I got thin skin instead of a thick skin
It ceased to be a bitch and still jokes
and all the fun of these songs Beshanov
in contrast to the two hundred glasses
anyone himself for it on the head Crack
currencies in a knockout only easier and more
I think his head on whose friends Balon katish
but it is ready to leave a drop of its DNA
bro, this love for the ages fucking

I smell it enough to dimmed eyes
and legs become podkashivatsya
under these tracks do not jerk tower
here in the sense of her lines and Nikita
line for friends can slurp liters
and even the rap still not needed
although more and more the desire to listen to it all repite
so I stick ebite
still I love to rape your ears
so listen to this shit
and if you're still here, so not bad Vital
It means ballad about the
talent means the ceiling
probably left many pleasant drops
knocking the crap enemy

and I will be young, but drunk,
not to fall into a ditch or pit
I want to be perfect for her
for this lazy
sometimes ashamed of themselves
and with this fight, because given a lot of effort