Текст песни на - пере гонки

We begin the evening for distillation,
Eyes under panamas - hot ketchup
Under the hoods, only two things
On distillation, who is sharper than whom

Cut, eat, for crumbs
I hammer tightly, with my soul
We fill the halls for distillation
The seats are dismantled, and you are late

We are under you, it's hot with us in winter
We will swing basements under us
Hands up, feet dancing, head-head
Either left right hook and let's go home

Kiwi, mango, ay-papaya, on the Black shore
We are resting, we will collect the whole crop in the player
Coke turn up the sound, jay come on

For distillation for distillation
No time just run
For distillation for distillation
Take take take take away