Текст песни Мишка ATL ft DuFlou ft Вака ft Amoor ft NrS - То Что Прошёл...

eee There is no show (s)

This is not a show against the backdrop of posers
Cheap further 90
Do not went in front blinkers
The correct view is that in B-called fear
It's your snot right course
Among truschёb and hruschёvok
No it is not a show, I'll show you the film and not something that has passed
You're going to listen to it on the big screen
Walking for the soul and not the pennies
The microphone included means verse is read by
Fans muzkulatura when in the halls kachnёm (c)
Appropriate music is not dishim repachёk
For the truth to the end of the report has already gone
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Yes, maybe we do not have enough ink is used
Porozov your mind znametymi on flakshtot
We did not give up do not continue to drop march throw
Well need a pit stop crash because our tonazh 100
I figure a simple Tipo Wasi Petechkina
And because of that I do here nesmog bum would not be kin
Shaw brain oh no matter what the curtains curtain
But we do not in this respect is not Justin Bieber is not Rockne Roll
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I choose the highway rather than float on the waves
Tales wounds dripping balm on the wounds
Me it glows like a lamp tungsten
Hey friend is not staging a circle
We do not let the circle of those who shamelessly lie
Being gray smoke il bright as ultramarine
Tell others that there is only one choice
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While you tantseush with elbows under the pig swill
We are into sports halls become warriors
They stoned but lost mum
Your wine gods devils
This does not show it's old songs about the main
Opal to correct century little guys
Do not ride here your bro kayo
I do not get paid for it on the only true
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This is not a cheap show for the expense papinkin
Our becoming zazhёt dudes, they will ask for more
We pose the arm of the shoulder and each Hayter doomed
We have only to jerk off his washing up konchёy
Some of the protests in the veins and the strength of our texts
So from childhood was fucked up and now imbitsily
The power of the bombs they had gone the year
Greetings from the catacombs we leave forever
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Our stories are written in addition to the snow
We have always argued is nikavo except we have here
Among medium gray shrunken sulfur barrels
We are not afraid to get out ceasing to endure until serut us
We are somewhere on the verge of a new era and basements vasallov
And Cavalieri morginalov and medium to extremes
Bud a large theater actor
But we are preparing for the show and the revolution in her tomorrow.