Текст песни B.A. - От колыбели до могилы

You just got out from the cradle to the grave once was
Pro1oo some judge threw the lot fails
I made my way to the final estimate of all tornado
You got to be done or where it is not necessary
You will not be spared , you will not be awards
Charge the machines in the church goryad lamps
I'll put your fagot candles for the repose
Friday 13 , will be fighting
Boy, will merge immediately or later
On his knees for mercy will ask plaintively
I'll fuck a hero and prove that wrong
Once through the bed in the 3rd round
Until now you were lucky but in the arena BA
I 'll eat you like a hamster snake

From the cradle to the grave
killing beautiful
Mix you got on mine
After Disa will ruin

Do not try to write something I pound you into powder
This is your fact , there is a rustling pro1oo
You zazhahany fuck , I write lines without meaning
But still the danger hovering over you
Yes , my flow , my flow
Rapidly kills pure pure
Whistling , flew from surfers
Seen loudly gently radiantly
You do not understand the dilemmas , challenges topics touched
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Yes, it's a waste
Your girlfriend is very happy to see me
It's like a grenade as a queue with a gun
BA on the track is zvudit bitching
My flow bro bro po po
Fuck your Haslam and grandmother ah Dont Know
Bai zabut bro , you're shit
you will never catch up with my words
Let this text is not a parody of perfection
But after listening to my tracks ,
Do you feel the bliss
Do you feel that this is all that can annoy
But it is not given to me to spare you alas