Текст песни Никита Бандера - Мам-ама Криминал

Moms-ama crime bam delivered to you
bam bam denomination you here Home Ball
batsat with the syllables hip hop predicted
whoa whoa ha van actually a bit on the century

criticize a criterion in its field
not the best of the best of me fuck do you know who's there
I was waiting for his scheme without Ponte
I read until my last breath and confused
With the crowd at half the shelf polls
at half of the total of the new that wolves
with a set of needle cap bottle
broken glass fragments
the ceiling on the floor no matter what floor it
Schmal whitefish in the hands of whiskey cola old school
when the table when in the hands of the barrel
when there is a choice in your lap or on the throne
I'll be on top of you lie under me
dead than with new views into practice
add ka ka smile smoke come
Draw a picture of dreams dreams dreams about life
create a poster locusts leader in the world
Street wilderness of the world, and only the light from the sapphire

I am forever in my ears and my soul is at the top
for the path I topoyu feet slowly
there are those who do not sin, I do not believe his ears
Bandera sidekick rest a little sinning
cho poreshat have to wait poreshat schA
I wisely decided for your sins do not decide
while others flit stoned white roads
then it's time to fill other grass for donation god

Crossing the threshold of the syllables in the pretext of total
I understand you have a miserable noise alarm
making feet and with what you have alleged that the gods
We sat down in the den as a result of tax liens
no life for many but for many it is given here
and so strictly to vzdroga provided to you failure
papapaperedal from the soul to the soul gave
All I wanted to say papapaperedal