Текст песни ОБЧ РЭП - Наводнение

I thin layer stack your story
My rhymes tight supply, as plump Napas
On the floor was crawling bass, the lights went out in the kitchen
And you live at the show, FU, Karabas-Barabas
Here and now, at this moment and in this hour
Live the moment and the world does not lose us
As if in a fairy tale: meadow, field, poplar.
Ask Anatol waves bombed the ship.
Smoke thick column of milk hookah
And are you in a tribe where fuming pit burning.
Fantasia your ugly, soul full of holes.
My clean as a sheet, and his eyes directed straight
The guy on the water everywhere, look no Drunk with
On-flooding innovation to playlist
It kipish my job, music is life.
You wash wave for anything hold.

On my last snow melted yard
It will progress until they nailed the coffin
you say the wizard, you can not tell STAF and dill
Life for me as an instructive lesson.

Do not lose yourself in the world found.
and my advice to you, to me you did not fall in the land.
Do you hear you're an asshole, then sit and wait for trouble.
Talents drunken blows pierced the soul.
All that has become painful, you sang my soul.
Could and a capella, but the melody touched.
Think in advance, and are responsible for their job.
There are not drown, then knee-deep mud.
     Perfection has no limits.