Текст песни сумасшедший псих TST ft Batishta Pro - 228

here just like in a circus, we live under one tent
Someone goes in a circle, someone lost in it for a long time
Someone in a pile of shit mired Ha
well, someone generally still
What is all the air is saturated with nitrogen is not
Sota if there is, the only one
From a distance, watching the dirt, smoke wall
presses on me as an enemy of the insurgent from the ashes
and this dust infiltrating your brain rushing forward
lies one who never met him,
waiting for the right moment to take it
Caliber 228, who does not understand what it is
***
That's what you need to hammer away with first class
But who should, he still finds
Jam with a clean entrance, bayans your
Come on, go to the dick, those who is rushing
Dazhe you already, no one expects the top

You scum of the world, fuuu
And do not fuck anyone, on the fate of your
Only the mother's tears and then the red wall
you slap before his death,
will remain forever a memory of you