Текст песни NEKROPOLIS prod - Пятна историй

@GRIFFIN@
beat from the underground
did not recognize? amelie
The boys were killed, but they gave their own
Vidish light in the distance - there is a scythe smokes
type corrected, everything is according to the rules

Don't shit people, the style is walled up by us
Rap not from Minsk, but from Sykhivska cellars, soaring

Convincing speeches are stronger, all my people are cured
In hip-hap I'm marked

MC whines at micro in the morning,
Antibodies are fed through the ears into the body
from this beatle
antibodies pass through the ears into the body,

Story stains will burn in the crematorium
Do not give a maratorium, you will be monitored

Here a plowman is plowed underground
fools have no fear, they are familiar with the almanac
The North Star will show me the way
Am I going wrong? but with the Lord God

@ RAMAN @
Fak to types in the form i.e. musaram
they know how badly beats guys
Do not go wolves to the forest
Throughout life, I took a mood like this
Through the barriers of difference through war and pain
Least is strong, for which God is always
Looking from the side, everything seems to you innim

The fallen shadow immerses all its
Cutley to the floor hands a decent ideal
Like a woodpecker who knocks on wood, changing to become
Nobody is forgotten, nothing is forgotten
Instead of a path, the road should beat
The look is lowered, then proudly touching ivy
Forecasters transmit tomorrow will let you go
Lviv denver syhov Ukraine will read to you
Take this under for a quote for you

Our Spectator is always right because he is watching

instead of a path, a dor should beat instead of a path;