Текст песни Гений Ша - Трос Лифта

I never wrote grime, and even rap about rapping
Well, suddenly I flew the soul to heaven
Left pho grandfather play here and swarm to the region
MS half-dead on the roads is a drive crash

Your barking so ridiculous here, Danke shon
For reflections food-volvulus
The device itself DzhiShok chopped
If I am selling all familiar MS ruble

After all, this genre is not dick not clarified
They are ridiculous, like a dome on waist
And do not fucking break, do not have to be a visionary
Albeit not a patrician, well, do not benefit under thirty

And we ... take your sub force
MS Frost garbage like a Sub-Zero
And where we have little gold you flattered by bronze
Your chick on top of me, a place under the sun

Do you believe in the Bible? Believe in comics
After all, like you condemn it gay
And I Sven bvomolen on your pasture
Once I Batley with Jesus in a cemetery

See how fast you?
Pocar me a new height
And on the street teenagers are killed
Whether missed it or simply strut

Wax jet back
I ditch her underwear by hand Maskin
It is at the bottom of a bald head skin
After the whole body bruised by a dick perceive

And you remember, I have syllable servant my boss rhyme
Often he puts in the corners but I drift god
And I like everything said poskriptum
When something and you cut short elevator Tross

And while in their head fog and smoke in the flask
My grief of mind is only half woes
As long as the heart in the chest hammer
And I'm going to score a voice like a stake into bits