Текст песни СИРОП - Запрещенный прием

Life uses against me zapeschenny reception
She huyarit back with acceleration under ass pinarёm:
"SYRUP, you have twenty, stop watching and garbage,
Go work in a factory, whether as normal Pac family! "

A fucking, go to hell, fucking bitch!
I picked up a guitar in hands, arms legs, feet, hands.
Make a bit of text, mike check the van.
You are now a problem because I combed your mantle.

Plus applied against you a forbidden:
Look to the bottom, I pissed your pants, yo!
And he did not disclose the subject, but that's the point.
If anything, the judge can sue me.

My rhymes are easy to pussy, I'm sorry, this is my style
I call a lot of emotions, you - the brain calm
By this I know holds barred:
I zasru you so that you vpadesh in com.

But I do not Cool Man, you just do mutt.
This gum rap, and you die under the table.
I sleep on a bench in the park, having covered cardboard.