Текст песни Солнечная Триагрутрика - Курвуль

We smoke vulgarly. Foil nimble
Collapsed probably in half.
Hoolie if it's firm.
Bulik took shape. -What?
Bulik took the correct form.
Falling asleep shit. We smoke without formulas.
I blew, dived into the sea, surfaced,
I blew and dived.
Drink Milagro Aroma again.
Know where to get to buy
The aroma of the downtrodden Belomor.
Velor sofa.

We believe in the smoke. Dusty peninsulas
Caravan, Kazakhstan, Ural,
Chelyabinsk is a pass.
I believed in him.
And we have a piece of loaf.
Rap, smoke and hammock in Hawaii.

Fire in da holl !!! Ooooh !!!
I inhale deeply
Cloud. Good. Reality was crying. Chord
Three notes. Triagrutrica bubble:
Vibe San MC, Jamal Lee, Senor Bubble.

La-la-la, hemp inspires.
From the basketball field they stomped under the poplars.
There was Aqua Minerale, voila, and boole.
Or soars with sugar daddy. To the brain
Paravoz is like a bullet.
-Where did I get this?
- I traded it for fishing.
My wave is not vanilla
Lines on vinyl.
Not volunteers. Not strong-willed trainings.
I'm not on the bar.
Hi, amigo! Belomor and Heineken.

Without "b", bro, under boxing bray. Without "b"
Dre is not bro to me, ooo, Triagrutrica pro
Got it, bro? Guys will keep their ribs.
Smoke to the ceiling. A kilo was crying, and what a fuck?

Jets of smoke from the streets of Chile
Manili. And in the city - a millionaire
We made plenty of milk.
We learned and taught
Stir up devices, starve, do not stumble,
Sculpt, gouge, gouge, gouge, gouge.

The hand shakes off the ashes, I slobber my little finger,
I walk around the jamb.
Jamal Lee advertises rhythm lines.
My rhyme is burning bright
Like confiscated in the sand, in the CHMK furnaces.

I water with a swing in the walls of the tavern. With what
Do I have more to do? Not otherwise
Like a rap song. And Chelyaba is rolling
And kaptit through the bulbulizer among the commas.

In this swamp, waterfalls of smoke on the bits.
Home-party, how hight party. They are stuffed into sugar daddies.
Dunes were found in it and we are smoking.
Golden dunes, their mother. And you never know topics
Smother smiles. Tea drinking on pikes, tobacco, smoke break.
For dessert, we will use a lamb.
Once the hands twist the jambs themselves.
With one touch of the ax bay, all questions.

Like psychos wild on dry land.
Hip-hop in the earphone. I cut through the sleeping
The area is not burnt by anyone, I go to the river
On engines in Triagrutric.
Then I take shit to my classmates in the trunk.
Not aware of unnecessary things. Cola with cherries.
"Grab a kilo" - said the voice of things.
Bass overload, track lights fly
I'm gray at the speed to eat.

Pull smoke, don't pull. The belly was full of muzni!
Wig me. We race to the rhythm, Che's city in the window.
We are not silent, the speech of the chin-chinarem flows. -What?
-What are you talking about? -I? Oh, I mean that
The masses from the shores of Miass are mad from the ganjubas.

The Byrne Jar takes on the correct shape.
We smoke, so as not to perlo. -What?
-I say we smoke for the pearl!

Whether summer, heat, winter.
Hands went numb, did not ache.
The land was covered in miles,
Were not lazy, borrowed, called,
Not excused for a little. Things have been replaced
Our bodies were lured by sheaaaaa ...

Whether summer, heat, winter.
Hands went numb, did not ache.
The land was covered in miles,
Were not lazy, borrowed, called,
Not excused for a little. Things have been replaced
Our bodies were lured by sheaaaaa ...

Whether summer, heat, winter.
Hands went numb, did not ache.
The land was covered in miles,
Were not lazy, borrowed, called,
Not excused for a little. Things have been replaced
Our bodies were lured by sheaaaaa ...