Текст песни the Chemodan - Пока Кое-Кто Умер

Dirty Louis, smoke
We rhyming yet some who died
Here serial junkies, huliki
At the funeral, do not issue eyeglasses
Play Pipe game
Many people in white this is not paradise
Ah, boys shalom
I fight with a mirror with an aspen stake
Where's your show-off?
Here junkies who read more books than you
And we croak brothers
In the series, which will show when to laugh
Have you met with the white Russian?
Let's
This feature you suffer
Found in the cabbage in her and croak brothers
Wounds like we can not sew up
Yo Pac family as well
In the dream, the aqueous batter on Elm Street
Me and Freddie a knot tied blasphemy
We rhyming while some who died
Do so would impair
That has always been the shadow of friends on the rocks
I belittle do so
That has always been the shadow of friends on the rocks
Dirty Louis, smoke
We rhyming yet some who died
Well, so is blasphemy
Nervous sit down and I'm all in this
And I asked him not to appreciate me in his lifetime
If it were not for the people and was reading Grizzly
Your thoughts are the continuation of my
As long as you listen to this album you too crazy
Let's do it, dirty Louis when the wind blows
We rhyming while some who died
Stela densely even when in the pockets of liquid
And we're not very learn from mistakes
This swamp is vague, the league,
So not cool and not Igor
We were around the corner suddenly boo
It looks so birds will turn over in his grave
Dolby when I go to the player
Che-chemada-chemodo-chemodu
And repeats the entire area when I go
Che-chemada-chemodo-chemodu