Текст песни The Tara - Губа не дура

I heard many screaming about rape per monitor
Their roof is blogs, but more often them in the labels are lured by ORU.
And each of their own properties united:
Each in the track sings, pizdobolism objects, lie.

Someone would grow with it, it comes to the essence hardly
Help rogging and scourge will help, because the spillings of this path is easily.
You're Wild Cards For Ahead How Loch Bought
But no matter how you fought you will come cotton on the lips.

For the sake of the Grand Prix you are ready to hear about the fraud
Like you throw in a fire, mice - misses of the nation
Wanted domination over the sky, but you are nervous friend, spirit
Your similarity with superman only in the first two letters.

Language is not a shovel. I dug into the dark - he sculpts litter.
Close days before the battle between those who sing in the repex.
Whiskey is guilty, lying in the shadows, my pope will understand
Sharp innovator. Closer to me who brave chains

For hip-hop!

Patsan's silence. Emissions micro in your window
Mal Chin Patzan. You are just a microbe and dwarf, you are in
Urine Patsan. There are guys touring tour,
From them smells bad, send to the urn, the lip is not a fool!