Текст песни Рома Суровый - Slytherin

There are many infamous slag
To shove dick in my pants, I need lebёtka from a fire hose
I get out opponents with a couple of punches
Are you a regular snitch, bro, not the drummer

Beats the target hammer
My nose is so big, like Pinocchio lied to the whole city
You are viewing a fucking do-chain cop
But each of you weighs nakleechka virgin year

Someone toad strangling
I said: "cocksucker" and you immediately turn red ears
I shoved some flyer Fuck!
My style burns all fuck like a crematorium or FIRE poppy

And they are crying with happiness
Call my dick grenade after he broke your bitch to pieces
My Jam Battle rats
My cap is not whispering "Gryffindor"
But my fly was whispering: "Slytherin"

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Someone mediocrity, this is not God guilty
Dead number? No, it's a dead issue
The mass of gray rappers came from?
Your current glancing at me, immediately became the former

I've been where he was not, astronaut
But when with me, they see 7th Heaven
I become tired as if running cross
I rock? Yes, playing days in The Elder Scrolls

In the hands of the boss peltor reached apa
Album will cause bleeding, though the stigmata
And I'm sorry brother, if your style wool
It took 6 years, Stern understood the Battle

Call me DeMort I Kaifu
To me zabettlit need to kill my Nagini
Being second is cross your
Your diary with deuces, you have only one Horcrux