Текст песни Рома Суровый - Короли Баттлов

1 verse:

Under your new track of the Narki smoke on the fellow grass
Okay, but my repack ebasculates your bat in a coffin
All in the district shout "help me"
After all, he got to warm up my release of all neighbors by grave

I have immunity to your turnip
Your sister does not get out of the knees when Kiryanov on the bit
And she is so playing
Constantly sees a beast in me like that bitch from the Grimme family

I scared you frightened you
There at the entrance to the club hanging your mother on the hooks
Someone caused a flock of cops
We poured her gasoline, now she instead of Stabasope

And there burns the fire
Compared with this "shit" in my carim sucks
All this infuriates me
Listen to the Wuck, show me an equal MS

Chorus:

We are kings of battles and here the facts are all on face
We are kings of baattles, and you Baiter and Huesos
And while you pizdil style, looking straight to the west
We scored rusty nails of your bitch in the eyes, brother

We are kings of battles and here the facts are all on face
We are kings of baattles, and you Baiter and Huesos
And while you pizdil style, looking straight to the west
We scored rusty nails of your bitch in the eyes, brother