Текст песни Трям-пам - Трям-трям

Underground Bowls Hip Hop Basas
While someone raises toast in hand with meat
White raw with time will cover all time
Not a distiller, dry law went on all military bases

DEEBELES DOLLY, DATEBELES DOLLY
Under their waves, I am the performer
And what do you say the prophet of fate?
Holding a card in hand, having a ame in the rows

Not kings, and not pawns
Looking at the cult cinema, I will say everything exactly
What kind of your face, Siamese or dirty
If on the street without trunk and the balloon pepper is not safe

Rasta, Master or Gangsta, it's not so beautiful
When your kingdom was covered under the gift
And so far everything is fine, hip hop shakes your faces
In every nice of us lives a fierce killer