Текст песни Мёд - Замысел бога

Hard Rhyme on bass, not to rub over the message,
I do not consider a spare,
I heard the smell of cig - means someone zapopsil.
Hey, MC, please - pay for a taxi,

Hard Rhyme on bass, not to rub over the message,
I do not consider a spare,
Would vario can be lived girlfriend
And so it is in use is that at hand ..
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This hip-hop style fuck in the box,
on your block all are dead from Crank
To execute the plan I call God judges per round, fuck, that's it really.

We decided to throw you in the frame of honey? I pour you iodine on the wound
pulls on the vomit from the fact that that company povusyudu fucking innovators.
mouth open too early you. -Nagrada Bash!
Try me prodamazh ..
I hammock for moms, Rate my bitching flow mad clown
I'm in hip-hop font creator and a vulture with a spike
fashioning a crumb bong, narco - Caumont!
fell a bright pattern.
You're not a milkmaid wheeled Chabot.

Moat and methane under eysidisi
you'd ahuel you if I'd disilyl
I tried only competently Rhyme
and your body suddenly wound on the wound

There rapping about rap, Panch about Pancho
Cheto wrong? It is better to be silent hog.
I can not know, but your chica Bunch.
I paired compartment you like attendant

I was once blue poison,
But while whiners exiled.
Let him work for the welfare of Siberia
I do not confuse a mango with ginger

From my punches Tyrion himself in shock
Arrow kills in the toilet vanshotom
you comma ... in the world Kapslok
my text - it's the lyrics syllable