Текст песни Quibble - Жребий Брошен

And even if you stand on the ground firmly,
Indabatl shakes stronger than during a storm.
Corkscrew will spin you up to the seventh sky,
Powder will blow up so - as if you were not.

But stole your feed, once again I go to the goal,
In order for Yaro to terminate the crowd with a flooded cement,
I throw boldly lot in the air, I put everything on the con
In the second turn - Julius Caesar - Rubikon

Your bullets are not on the tone here, Duline You, and not Vutonne -
They hit the ball to themselves, if not passed the selection.
Whether you even at Rap'e Classic or Hard Kore.
Change your rustic chair, on the royal throne!

My actions - an ax over your head - I naturally king.
What is the selection of the battle, if the natural selection has not passed.
So the lot is thrown, I came for a prize, rap should me
Intrigue in the first round - pay, and I will rent your track later