Текст песни хати - выброси

Emissions, emissions, emissions
Emissions, emissions, emissions
Emissions, emissions, emissions
Emissions, emissions, emissions
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Throw away all from here
I can not resist
Kill all at once
In my head spin
Pagty day, collapse apostate
White wolf, on my appra
Warf piercing
Crees are real, without mud
The world will fit in me
79 cartridges in charge at the start
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Emissions, emissions, emissions
Emissions, emissions, emissions
Emissions, emissions, emissions
Emissions, emissions, emissions
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You need to throw away all
They blur your roads
In vain you believe, kill
All these looks will not bring joy
Think, put them out the door
Open your mouth sewn
Score if you are not the same vessel
Funny when I hear all these words
From those who are discarded back
I AM
Laid only to its city
I spend power trying to see
Clean life, without paints
On the streets dirty, looking for infection
All my life, walking otherwise
But people and there are a peddron of leprosy
My strain cleans their mind
Do not pump out Maza
Everything is clear here, it can be seen
And immediately
Emission from here everyone
They are staining your roads
In vain you believe, kill
All these eyes will not bring joy
Think, put them out the door
Open your mouth sewn
Score if you are not the same vessel
Funny when all these people listen
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Emissions, emissions, emissions
Emissions, emissions, emissions
Emissions, emissions, emissions
Emissions, emissions, emissions