Текст песни GraC - Убитый

GraC, I Killed
In the eyes of the trash, rhymes Temple - head
Well, chased? Yes!

Sam Che Guevara on the Cuban cigar fries for us
And do not deny vario
And you what? Take ochechki
They are not clearly gamma
A couple hundred grams with Michigan
Well, okay Kumar By Celentano
How about: tobacco or chistaganom?
Yes mom!
It is almost legally
I shoot the little thing on stoparik
Stop! I narik
Susceptible to Garik
In dreams nalik
And fast vario
Clubs puffing felled
Che Guevara, we fry
And the joy of presents
I am a student on a pair that something takes
Nicherta not understand
But I keep reading
pulse losing
A trifle, if only in hell
The way there, so let
I like Icarus, pru to heaven
While there is a weight I believe in miracles
Though fancies Spit with cap
In the meantime, the flames on a plan and gradually pull