Текст песни Jony Brighton - Метрополитен смерти

Third lung lung
With every breath you open a new portal
This trap for Russia will tell all pubic
It's time to go home you already see the moon, good bye
If you do not trample
Turn off the power block by gently pulling the trigger

Getting between the eyes and forehead
Pray not to recognize the fucking cop
Click on the stop, it seems someone has come
Picked up a bag of powder, on a Bosko bag

On the way to the morgue, the horse remembered the rhyme
Freddie and Joni come Already guts
Your milky way is cheap, On the chest a couple of stitches
You think Tupac is not cool, Can you smoke as much?

Labyrinth is the way that confused us
Let the gas go to the hut where the spice is smoked
Ma stelite You delve into collecting bones
Your gravestone is like a bridge in a pool

Ohhh, this is john the burglar of darkness in the arch
Fate Blank Sheet A Man Marker
Wow, do you feel the arrival of Wild then penetrate
Your brain cells

Stage Drugs passed, you do not lie to me
The new heroin Brighton makes in MP3 (in war)
My salary is the crowd, your reckoning you
Call the kents, And two stupid pyatigas will come

For a few words, buy a coupon directly to a standstill
The corpse is still behind you. You’re not the same here.

Coffins and robbers of fate
If you didn’t give the dough on white, you’ll be fucked
Here every second is either a rapper or a DJ
bulk rap Make your neighbor quieter
I'm kind of a warlock Got it
kadoni heard me and he became pleased

And we never moan in pain
Be proud to donate the steward to the church