Текст песни Мезза - Гимнаст

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

I picked up a couple hundred, bought me a sneaker,
On the wild cart the dinamis of beauties.
When lonely, champagne in the air,
Return to this life of love is too late.
We are listened to by cops - tongue for teeth,
I got a new ornament on my arm.
I'll tell you honestly, but between us:
I raise the cache only for my mother.
Helik and armor, plus hydroponics,
Mezza from the outskirts, if anyone does not remember.
Mom - love, this sh * ham - only pain.
Express mail - you a parcel.
In new clothes under high,
The carcass shoal a new nike.
In wooden pajamas you will wake up one day,
But it does not matter, I do not even feel sorry for you.
Dad, I'm clean, though I'm flying fast,
But otherwise there is no point in this.
If you close - do not whine like s * ki,
As if for words, answer for deeds.
Architects in the Tus, orchestra from the uzi.
Let's say that I have diplomas from street universities.
Too much money - not too much, a jamb with a designer bump.
The walls have ears, brother. Mint of my heifer is a tower.
I got up from the outskirts - you see.
In the new house my neighbor is Timati.
The sound of the exhaust is audible per kilometer -
Mezza is their neighbor.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

Crimes are paid, we will soon be enough.
Yes, my dogs now need a hut.
God is my witness, we are still children:
Toys are more expensive, yes, sh * yuhi more noticeable.
We do not hang noodles, drag the crab of the claw.
Who is more successful, since the birth of a sinner.
Montana in columns, nipples awkward,
In the eyes do not look, but the scoring tattoos.
I heard the voice of God that night,
And he asked for all of us for sure.
I do not have enough of the name in the magazine,
Give my brothers a place on the main.
After a slant and a pair of orgs
In slippers Armani stuck in front of the plasma.
I drive to Bha, as if hijacked,
On the move releasing smoke from the window.
At the neck of the gymnast, it's just a religion from above.
My lungs are rasta, yes - this is what the streets breathe.
Tony Montana was in the place of his father.
I became what I wanted, and you can, kid.
If I still owe something to someone,
My middle finger will help.
I'm innocent until proven.
I do not know this judge even.
He will spend a short vacation on the beach.
Light-rasta, sorry for the cough.
My appetite knows only a bulldog, only a bulldog, only a bulldog.
Tusu from sinners keeps God himself, God himself keeps.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.

At the neck of the gymnast,
My lungs are rasta.
If life is with * ka,
That I know will give me.