Текст песни ra2.15 ft. banditolepnyi - gangsterlitel'nyi

notice of a recent
how to wake up the desire in me
talk to someone, (heart to heart!)
sadness and the reason is that no one with whom
and I (himself to himself!), where the pluck sharply
from the church to the new asphalt to the center,
later right. I lit a cigarette
loud shouts someone from the sad Russian rap
or by Lana Affairs ray samertaym sadness (baby)
then between higher education institutions
in a calm pace in search of inspiration
two right turning her yard, her entrance
but Sedna Saturday, and it will be strange if it is
You can go further, half of the gas tank
behind a dead dog on the pavement
I thought something because it should mean
left ahead slowly mazhorik on X - fifth
will move to the airport there and back
Acceleration to 180ti and thumb
nowhere speshu.so side seems different
razvarachivayus and fly past the cottage (RYCH motor)
perhaps here we must wish you good luck in your endeavors
those who are trying to leave an impression
you very much, and here only the one road
so you have to be a little more original and fun
I have not found the one before whom stand on knee
I know you have to be more serious and more mature
my tongue is sharper than you think you can cut
I use this blade to the fullest extent,
and more than sure that people will appreciate it
despite the flattery, money, interest, amount
and you blow lips and look at us rudely
people are people, then, they are people
We traveled as others drove the chaise
we do not sharpen Pancho we sharpen matches
Fuck tags critic Spread Kid
bon appetite nigga is not tricky,
I am an artist. then bit - Palette
fell, clean-shaven! ama Haslam! and all the oil painting
Click me to your instagramm, write tweets
near banditolepny aka gangsterlitelny

GANGSTA GANGSTA GANGSTA GANGSTA

We look baby in the courts on the balconies floors
Cr garages in lighthouses in oblokah
with debris on the blades and bits on Ratmir
It was seen in robberies in the grouping Rams
I see the pain in my eyes and I see your fear
in Kojak and sportakah 12 am on the clock
Rakhmet Allah that your feet on the ground and not in heaven
what was at hand, we Skurov in fluff and dust
grandmother bribes heel hide rags chocolate chicks
lads fight Hapki policy, to sweet and unrest
pile rate gatherings summary bottles of vodka
at your bitch wet and Truss torn kapronki
rumors behind my back but I'm staying myself
not good not bad business not no thug
simple boy with a simple soul in the area for posts
This wild north boy shouts trash bitch stand