Текст песни Охотник Том - Охота

Cape from scratch bullet
Cappo bullet from scratch
That's what I fuck!
I fall into the pits ..
This is Tom Under Yag .. Joke
Aei.
In a puzzle lacks details
My kappam sometimes lacks a bit
Farmlight blinks Path Pukets so on
And we did not closer
And they were not in those places that I promised
The world reached learning to forgive
You're zaping and grabbed sch)
I now appeal to everyone
I did not notice how the ball rotated
And my twenty five flew away, goodbye
What drives you?
Let's sit down, go cathode ball
Soon south will fly, haircuts
My pages tie tie
If rap is a fashion, then I make a makeup artist
Devil Vesva.
Bro come on no offense
For old digits, I call me
From the bottom of me caused
Open mouths Urina sprayed
For breakfast Dali Mark
We are waiting for dinner
Not riding her husband at home waiting for the narrowed
Wide pupils, artery narrowed
I woke up happy, woke up in contused
This summer rushes from the already
Sadness in the eyes of Bati Soutul
Lit, quietly sat down on the kitchen table
In his life as a clock in the post
You either sheep or shepherd
You either sheep or shepherd
You either sheep or shepherd