Текст песни Тяжелая атлетика - МАНЧЕСТЕР

On the left bank as on the outskirts of France
Dragged the hood i'm in the sport hall with a badger
Did not even quit but fucked pretrans
In the shallow rods and tresentes mind somewhere far away
Braco Do not dilute protein milk
In Sportikov sadly consider
Normal people on families there or learn
And I have a knee from Titan and curvatched the clavicle
Stupitsa fuck the keys to the heart
It's not a joke with you sadly fucked in a minibus
Played Santa Lucia minuses pumped
Router works Hood
Wait for the brother third epi you please

Otherwise, in the bag of New Balance
Cast pants in the pocket SPEK attached
In the magnitics of dew drops Spring Spring Rubber boots
Huli you walled fucking arms raise your parasites
Years fly as infinite tops with a stagnation in Mande
Ryid on the stars
Do not think that life is a volunteer ship
Sliply roads to stretch the nostrils
I overwhelmed my threads in the ball and tired of this blaver
My essence is parishes from the Cross to Calvary
From dawn to night and fuck on others
In the head porridge or side effect
Hiding the foreign body with gas inert

Dick honey strip covered dependence of three hundred invested on the number
Ivlev Morit and colitis poor hip-hap
With the deflection is not a fact that you have time to return
Violated body function
Bitches flow from humiliation and spring sprout smell is not bad
Podas Stoptany eyebrows about blood
Fucked the barygu of parents exchanged value on the audience
Arson Fitil Ver in the gum ethyl alcohol
All life is kifira with urine
When the brother will support shoulder
By fucking ball
Well, what and fun to kick the dough baby
Bones of local authority
Swallowed cheeky fucking cold cold
Stop delve into simple pussies

Here the poor spirits blow solaries
Well, you're where Kolyan
On the neck
In debt somewhere else
Gavkiy whores stained
Under the songs of Shalyapin
Would not eat a stroller
Move on grinding and lascot metal
On the left outskirts of France
Italy ghetto was awake together
Do not run a duel with yourself
This life has a lot of pancakes
Think yourself to fly straight
Or near the curb quietly crawled
Athletics blinds you verse here by quiet
On style while keeping me

They say top paint saturated
But inspiration cracks on the bottom
Shells of thousands of beggars
I do not dissolve the wrist
While the fire is not a wonder that poured a boat
Sori Bratuha Kitchen knife flew in centimeter from Eldar's ear
Tatar's gifts Karma Varvarov
Or parallelogram in these grams again and degrees
As a detachment joy, all the same rakes take for springboard
Why scored so early
Sapun Tatyana graced
But in drunk it is still an article
How the snot on the wall seems the world is beautiful in summer
In ghetto acid this summer
Well, where did you see in these lines of athlete Valera Hopebat