Текст песни Эндшпиль - Релизы

Second verse:
I've been killed here with rap, I draw these places to Ikil,
In the will of the bit, my bits will navigate
This is Jamaicy laugh.
All these people ask for bombs,
Our abode mows the hay.
I touches this extract,
And in my autumn the summer will come.
Somewhere there I will fay in the sky
Looks the image, Music Baby,
The noise of the district is not bibol.
My path from Bong to God,
The gaps were blossomed by ether,
And look reality.
Included in the life of Mortal Combat,
And wobbled Fatalyti.
Got into the top - this river carries young to the morgue,
And the doping edge is not known.
This is what rushing clear will go.
Did according to the concepts
But more often I needed.
Not in, the brother knows the styles of Bruce Lee.
Here are the boys of our monastery,
Bearded hits for the word in the pocket of the pocket.
I will not forgive, pour my bitch on the pal type.
This music flashes me,
It flies all of his salam.