Текст песни Ил-Ша-Бит - Лупить по щам

When then with Balaboy in the Club,
Her figure, violin, in the lake,
Hungry Yibil, celite, fuck and throw out.
I will be drum down at the sachams, do not rush
And so in the head of their problems, like a cockedure on Old Hard.
I will cut down, raise, kick the feet of semi-dimensional.
The world is not fair to everyone and it makes us hard, you hear?
Through bruises and bleeding,
Our far from a stupid brain, starts working more powerful.
I will go to nightmare like a dog that barks.
Lights, barks and barks, and then pizdulyuy is lighting.
My horizontal bar is a win-win way, feel stronger, against the background of the detachable apedles.
And if there is no horizontal bar above his hands, I take a micro and tearing with words, I spit in Ebalo.
Il-Sha-bit with you.
Two meters of rhymes from the outskirts.
Cru, what are you a belly plan.
I share Kenty.