Текст песни Рем Дига - не сахар

Salute to all, all. In the hands of the microphone took Sensei again. Interrupt non-dare, Maine.
Salute to all, all. In the hands of the microphone took Sensei again. Interrupt non-dare, Maine.

Let the monologue run, which I did the week, and edited again seven shifts again.
And that two weeks, and di in the case, as smoke with ate, speaking on the motive of the stele.
A new spoon of honey or a hacking barrel, check out, I don't know, you're brave type.
Reprizent is not excess, as before him, it is not a gon, two is not a pont, bro, this is a movie.
And you would pael, who in the genre such, does not export, and shouted: - Bl *, this is g * WNO!
Check out, who is boss or zero, if certainly you are not a thrush and not a troll.
Although the probability is so high like Baban arrhythmia, so the thing you quit it
From sin far away, rest, do not cough, forget that I can shove you to Laude.
Whether be calm, steam, with you here, Maine, who can blunt the row along the club.
Dangerous! As a city of coal, Luda boils everything, there is a reason - here I am.
Skeptic and critic, you are blind and you do not see, with whom you download. Fishing in the beard, bl *!

Chorus:
My does not sugar sound and not sweet himself. My rap is not pop.
My does not sugar sound and not sweet himself. My rap is not pop.
My does not sugar sound and not sweet himself. My rap is not pop.

Your does not sugar sound and you are not sweet yourself, your rap is not a pop.
Your does not sugar sound and you are not sweet yourself, your rap is not a pop.
Your does not sugar sound and you are not sweet yourself, your rap is not a pop.

I am a master of thought, a clean, fucking dad skills,
Whose rap always have all the attack, whose knock out everywhere punch sparks
Where, his mother, storm, fanatic bit, yes bass, impregnated with them, I can bunch with such things, catch
Long and hammer behind the man, crowd from the box office when I arrived directly to you, brazes.
At the microphone, Python or Crocodile, he dirty, pass by passing by
If the reper bull, now you are, refugee, which catches in the years, kilo fall.
Polax I near Brigadanon, pen shark around and megalaud,
On the gesture meat, but a few tons, which is trying to copy any frozen plankton.
Another rap star, sled, nonsense in the brain, without a silence, the balls are molded in the mouth,
As if it fell in the snow nostril, dear here you are in vain, you are not like Fredro old, and San Sin,
The boy is released, leave the verse, write a throw, your staf gone and psycho himself,
But we replaced you Mike on the leather, while you wrote a new hit and now with * si.
And after swinging moisture under the nose while I chat again BRAGA BARBOSS
And you do not break the tongue, on ... you look like, yes, I am notching, and your rap is brazen and obscurant, cotton sax he
Let the scarlet be lit, the time for the rest will pray for a little.
I know you want to swing, because ambitions shaft, so I have calling me with a pope.
There is someone who has fallen, you have fallen, Best of the Best Elite, the action of the bit meter for the ladies of any as a wet finger on the cl * torus.
Cross on Frika, my monologue is evil, on a post bye of children's games, natural and instead of the floor, there is a solo instead of Fita.

Chorus:
Jump the dog, my check, under the elite would be where there is no salt in the tracks
Love you guy are not cotton, which is mutted by the aborigines wild.
Namutits poison soon, he is your doctor.
Jump the dog, my check, under the elite would be where there is no salt in the tracks
Love you guy are not cotton, which is mutted by the aborigines wild.
Namutits poison soon, he is your doctor.