Текст песни Jamal West - Пролет

The blunt knife even cuts off the shoulders
Hey Boy oh how they entertain
I'm the one you've been waiting for
If not PUSH pedal.

You're like a bum, you're like a scourge
The question of just how to reach
That bitch screaming loudly in mono
And that all who knew Marko Polo.

White Hill Boy. Not just
I have put on you, big dick
Kalb Hey, no offense
You know who is the favorite.

I dragged himself I m Super Boy
I went over the heads just be yourself
No I am not under the coke, pure reason
As Gene on the box, I did not fall once.

• How many guys say
• What are Number One, Number One
• They have scored fans
• Span kid, kid Span.

Do not fall under the syringe needle
Seize every moment of destiny
This is a complete game law
What do you still like MS.

I do a bit streams beer
But not pop-pop wonder
Music seemed as if the libido
Why hip-hop for.

It is full of artists
With regard themselves as kings
Do not finalized how Vista
But bragging bits.

Their muzlo poured feces
For the sake of fame suck the genitals
When the rap for rap battles
These potsy still WANA.

• How many guys say
• What are Number One, Number One
• They have scored fans
• Span kid, kid Span.