Текст песни Ресторатор - Жребий брошен

The result of the lot is I am in turnips, the poison of time is growing
In the year of rabit, bitrade replaced my credo instantly but
Don't try to be first, give respect to opponents
It would be true, but I will love them according to Freud, because the minus under Fender /
battle, promo, fest, don't lose interest in one of those places
what is ready to cross right here Alea Jakta Est
lyrics best of the best, but I put a cross tactlessly climbed with a flag
the third is entertaining, but the entrance is paid.
Here, the recording of words brought novelty, the rap goes to wear
A cry is thrown to us and thousands of tons of rhyme of speeches are twisted like a screw
In that dance, personally, the whole lump of passion, bitch will not pass the casting
As always, it's a holiday for me, rap teases with his fist, my Rubicon is dirty
A replica of those scum that paint their mouth, but I wade across the river-
My die is cast, my syllable is strong as flint.

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