Текст песни Рома Суровый - Ветер перемен

We don't talk to those
Who reveals their topics in battles
We fucked the bass and the jaws flew
Without leaving, scum, from your desk and shadow

You entered the game - this is facepalm
I went into the game and it's ACE, wow
This ms is trendy like Chris Brown
But we will put you in a coffin and pin yours to the cross Frau

The wind of change will blow
Your hoomis are children of a wig carriage
Everyone here doesn't give a fuck about the olds, there is no question of legends
But we are the ones who will cripple you in the current meta, kent

I would chop your whore
Explain to me how I typed 25 Cherub
Boring prick, your patrimony around
You are a bitch from the aul, you need a juicy cut

It's round 2 hurry up to pass
Where are your lads to you cunt
you are weak in rhyme so watch me
Pouring gasoline on you, HUESOS, I folded my fingers like a sign of igni

And set your block on fire
Svyatik and I will fuck in the final Click Clack
If you're paired with me, then you're in trouble, brother
There is cash sticking out of your bag from my butt

I'm wearing solar with taraska
Sharaut Sauce Tabaska
Our flow is not worn out
Round 3 we fuckin 'on red