Текст песни kuhh - У смерти на вписке

In a whisper, murmur, whisper, hop'om bear those rappers that can not
Expose with sweat and experience, screaming. Who then will be a trunk?
Beach you are weak, your rap is similar to the cry of a donkey, even in pitch Know
I put 5 for filing, yes, become the Excellent

Eee, I have a great Staf, I rap on his feet ever got
And my soul did not dare touch it, because it is pure
you do not come to my rap - it will explode as a wasted
But this is not an underground hip hap and New School - separatism

You sound like that presnovato - no wheels - Comet - not Versus Battle
You are then lost and sat down to cry, your rap - is sulfur ears with cotton wool
Your fans - flock to the wall, facing the danger bravely stand up
As a dancer, I light a pyromaniac - call me Gyrostat

Remembers that it is necessary here because I give out to the bits of the hap
Your rap nailed to the ground call me kuh aka Crime
Your Flow - turtle - shell to be vebatsya
Your boys - gopota on his toes and shales - they have only each other pomatsat (pomatsat for eggs)

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Mordovorotov issued tarot cards
Rap - a drug, I - a drug lord
Your stuff - a bluff. My Staf - what is this?
My stuff is the bomb - a rocket Proton

You Braz, trying to get to the base in vain
With tyunom pischish - kopodastr
I zaebis cyclist - a sharpened Battle lyasy

You're trying to be bitching, but seen vain, sconces
I climbed up to your girl - there dick
You wanted to be a soldier and on the face smeared with feces
I really fuck whatever you say it
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