Текст песни Ellow - Связанные кровью

I'm not a little smashed on the floor fucked on the hip-hop battle,
I climb to the top, sow the furnace crowd of opponents.
Like guys, but do not hover these facts, they are greedy
In Exodus and varnishes for packing his bangs ...

And in the spirit they are chicks, they are ready to take on the cheek.
Eyes on them I'd lock the latch.
I beads and no tricks, navёl the focus and
Houdini out of me then nekudyshnaya. Pogudim, brother?

Scroll back, God knows I'm not guilty,
What you do not understand my track as sunspots.
But the cue ball on repite, I'm a fan of these letters
And epithets. You do not see it?

My lines are not liquid. This can be seen without the Hubble,
But any reasonable person would it shaval.
Praise be to Allah, I did not immediately send the monk and fuck,
Every stupid monkey on the Ponte fucking ...
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Cords tied in a knot, we - me and music,
Blood we painted on the bed, you're stuck Mans
Himself is under the skin, like a drug addict,
Throw you in this player, ears and pocket.