Текст песни Черная Экономика и Рыночные Отношения - Харуко Мураками

while athletes warm up on the field
until someone garbage will deprive
we select your heads passwords
somewhere under the earth, we are all on your thumb
you slishom it from sony speakers, leather-interior
house on a mobile phone
yeah, this shit in dibilno tone
but you remember these thoughts out loud without much stink
sound somewhere in the background
you'll hear them is to be able to have our microphone
as long as we breathe this air is not clean
clouds in the sun you see the radiant
the track in your brains oozing
can you big bird
or just a spectator
your soul we heaters, we consumers of your emotion
all kuritelyam for a couple of servings
those who do not need for the transcription of these words
those who do not work in the police, for boys
but not the principle of
for those who do not just smiling faces
for those who for the sake of the principle is not angry about trifles
Moscow is the capital, even in -25 sparkles
but we tend to tranquility
and we do not expect you to visit
words crumble your bones
and you will forgive me, but bad news for you
you hear you have an oak style and no conscience
and you can not save you
next MC've already caught

I, I spit on your sound leysinovy
regardless, I know its mission
for normal people are bringing their truth, then either get under the article or below Statistics
I believe in mysticism
there lesinkoy words
able to break all your poebistiku
This mysticism, music, acid
made somewhere on the outskirts of
and without Pontus
ladies and gentlemen
we unite the country
you are baptized, and we think it strange
someone with Afghanistan rezhit program
someone on the screens
someone Stora temples
Well, who's to blame and who is wrong
This kneading
dick understand, though kill
we multicolored stripes on ......
until you do the track, we made them fuck 10
together
but it saves a pig
or USB flash drive with minuses
As usual with viruses
you know
all this

you know
all these meetings at the club evenings
different audience, not tusim with rappers
Internet critics pozhizni asshole
I'm not your friend paw hands
I like honest Haruki Murakami
I like honest Haruki Murakami
bitch until you che there eblanil
We wrote the text
you our guys