Текст песни Apollo Brown - Proven Guilty

Dumb streets can still talk
But only with those who are able to live it
Who urban could help to light a cigarette
Make out this tararam, knock knock yards

one luv cents, one luv houses
I respect everyone who shared miracles with me in half
Breaking out go bros bros on their heads

This sound walks through the cities
Find out what is Southwestern leisure
Feed luck with your hands, drop by our party
If you listen once, then in any way rolls

Forever, the odds are exactly 100 out of 100
I add thoughts, thoughts into memory, memory into text
Rhymes from the bush, taken height, this is our frequency
And I will continue until the mouth falls off

And this is my faith and I will be faithful to her
This is my life and it is painted in watercolor
I am not Hold'em and behave seriously
There will be a couple of new ideas - I will work scrupulously

You have something to listen to - I have something to convey
Are you waiting again? Take my poems
Bongju, a taste for the gourmet network
I beg you, try bon appeti