Текст песни На - пере гонки

At the distillation we start the evening,
Panama eyes - spicy ketchup
Under the cops, only two things
On distillation, someone who is sharper

Cut, there is something to cut
I score tightly, with all my heart
At the distillation we fill the halls
Places dismantled, and you're late

We are under you, hot in our winter
We will swing the cellars under us.
Hands up, feet dancing, head to head
Either left hook right and go home

Kiwi, mango, ay-papaya, on the bank of the Black
We rest, gather in the player the whole harvest
Coke add sound, come on Jay

At the distillation at the distillation
No time just run
At the distillation at the distillation
Take away take away take away