Текст песни Tanir - Лига чемпионов

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Jonimar Mans arguing on Lyam that Renat on the Battle field will be lit by Dyatlov burns to the tla with grief your plan
Soon the gang of school frames is drinned to the bottom in Nadcock
Here is a riddle who in the ninth will come on me

You hear anger in these lines
Yes mood here is cruel
I'll throw a stack into the fire
All sisters MS snot
Feel pain in these lines
We are with you so much
In this fight put words but
For yourself, you decide all you need

You are at the crossroads of roads that lead far from the favorite abode
You think to go out into the light or the remainder of the years spent in the shade
Choose but look at the opening you see if you are not offended
Hip hop is where they will always judge and brand winners
I squeak on the throne he is carved for me remember I am the best at that man
There is no victory to ask me a champion
It's not a sport you did not become a favorite at the moment when the first stayed at the finish
Everyone is flying straight stubbornly in a shameful pit but remember you will not see us there

You won't see us will not see us Niger
where you and yourself are not happy about the enemy outsider league
You won't see us will not see us
On the middle and the last places there are no and do not lie

Duramar yes in you Duri little
You came up with Cal. So I blocked on the points
This tour is failed ridiculous poverty
You're on trouble hit the man in you do not believe
I am your finale your karma injury and
You went by
I born Winnar and you John Neimar
Work while you are not perfect
You are not a favorite on the Mundial
Those moments of glory just mig a
Ceiling quarter Costa Rica
We love the game this is investing work
Then the upward trampoline is eternal trampoline
You will also come back only we will not see here

You will not see us will not see us
Niger where you and yourself are not happy in the enemy outsider league
You won't see us will not see us
On the middle and the last places there are no and do not lie

While we are here for each other Poam pies
People change their heroes
And in this thicker I do not want to see a friend
Your lowered hands
Let mud requires fashion and you are not visible
You will not choose someone but for whom this league
Let these can be an extinct view
But wins anyone who remained honest

Carrying your style do not be afraid not a deflection and stay yourself

Throw in heaven hands

You will not see us will not see us Niger where you and yourself are not happy in the League Outsiders Enemy
You won't see us will not see us
On the middle and the last places there are no and do not lie