Текст песни Проект Фагло,Оу 74 - Нанюханый

Bear crap in my ear nanyuhannyynahuy
About Freemasons and Illuminati, the enemies of the state structures
Do you still believe that the boss at the top
An interesting mushroom-dried mouth, bratul
Northern snow, Moscow skunk, eternal laughter, Mass Effect
We have entered into your skull block
Pick up two middle fingers up
The cop did not understand flow does not change sex
This is an absolute evil - everything that does not fall into the background
The bottom does not see us, the slaves, who did not get on the throne
Willing to spend the last cartridge
Your son takes over your credit debt
Desna numb, the body is current cocaine
Cold sweat throws in shock throws in a cold sweat
Sheds two muzzle into play

tightly dead poet does not shine in the mind
but there are things that a mite clinging to his forehead
important as slavery for blacks and the
what we breathe with the windows, we will not ever Kent
is east son, Ander zamkadny
really like Cain Corso grabbed for the brain and glands
Blunt crumble, pour, fall asleep in the water bong
then your bluff, one Napas - and, son, you're dead
we've got no snow flies. and we age
and a campaign is coming soon pussy all
and even in my dreams I smoke a lot, but not fat
and just laugh conveyed in a circle at all
I tramp, that in the year at a party
muse of music loaded on the node your hearing crucified
someone here got muffled, became a spirit, the spirit has fallen,
bear crap in my ear ... nanyuhalsya

half-closed eyelids I can see more than
more smoke machine produces rap
My men are waiting for me to say
bass we press on spring time in the city roads
It rushes. we both possessed Hapal could
specific question - what would you do to become noticeable?
that went on to brighten colorless days
ie I could fall as low?
Listen to yourself that you're talking about - what you tell me brother?
we take microphones
rap terrorist is not convincing - he knocks word
bro, master sees in the eyes
weak himself down from the stage to the hall

Telecommunications Moscow Ssali grin on bitch
bear nanyuhalsya ear nonsense?
on here shavaet sock with Tabasco
I smoke like a rasta - but something pizde
for me to be beyond what you call the system
this is when you want a Survive under the sun that warms it warms
background of the fact that crumbled in Bonga smolders
crossed loop styles to bits
shake us, no matter where you lived
I will repeat
crossed loop styles to bits
shake us, no matter where you lived

I write and stamps her foot behind the side wall
Who are you? you look like a fag from bodies
or bitching pussy sheriff
bear with a sense of nonsense nanyuhannyynahuy scrap
He suffers on feast choke star
fade at the sight of streets pizdanuty cowboy
convoy or way home - the result of a simple
empty corridor and knapsack behind
detachment of numbers gaining strength from the hive
Nawal snare`em steeper than killed Bill - see
one hundred and thirty thousand one hundred reasons adegraund shield
oh seven chchchchchchchch

This project faglo, mist overcast haze
nanyuhalsya nonsense in his ear fuck on SEAD
MC crowd gathered here
in order to sing the rap you on the forehead as the count
in the room of distorting mirrors around one
in this world dlinnnyh roads in one
do not find their way out of the window, there is no escape
let Volyn in progress
avalanche descends from the mountains, shoots you in focus
rap from the suburbs into your iPod
vanity roads in the city, we are all under the hood
all huckster Zhulebinsky catacombs
my hand holding the microphone
forest of hands for legalizing hall jammed with
I remind you - it faglo project
the first album, the first album