Текст песни ALLEY GANG - ТРЕК ЗА ТРЕКОМ

This is a track for a track
Pisunies rushed with Oleg
Nyuhal Track Becom
Beer was drinking and wrote this
Track for a track, bitch, this is a track for a track
And he is in an erased zone. Track for tracks

like that
what and how
Kook in a storm?
What kind of asshole?

without you in any way
Matya snot on a fist
While grass Mattas
Both semishes tatt

I hurt, grandfather comes
Mine kebabs
You fuck sister in a barn
Fuck together with Musari
But she is already accustomed to, because he reads Murakami
Les in pussy with hands
Bill fuck fists
It's purely between you
between you, with uncle Vanya
to infinity and beyond
In infinity, voted
T-shirt FBK Maddle
Navalny driven to the department
on and fuck you wanted
there is only a bunch of workers bodies
his muse, his belly
Pause as two watermelons
his muse is a lend cruiser and his body
pain in suit like Kutuzov
like Kutuzov, Kutuzov
We write nonsense
it's pit and this is a brade
Brad because in English bread
Why deer - Oleg?

why we write rap
Why closed Gleb
brother, having sweet bread
Now lunch

I'm smash now
Gashish - Sail, and I Mast
Let I flew out the window
but I desired successfully

I love you baby
But preferring Hashish
Hear and if there is no Shish
Then better don't write me mouse

The case was nearing the morning
from waste now die
But I will go and catch
Green Muse His.