Текст песни froa - Под белым дымом стафа

Here we cipher the rhymes under the white smoke of the staf
Your eyes drooped from arama
Brewed buns, green cones
We do not perish and do not do surplus

Someone superfluous someone strongly hapanul
Someone is firing someone's wind blown away
And to us that blaspheme we are under minus 3 of the earth
In uniform, uncles are not afraid to stick to the bits
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Put your horns in their place and do not rest on them
Drunkards interfere with beer, but I'm an alchemist
And what to do better than hapanut
What to fill with vodka well, cho still

I do not understand why to be killed by blue
I love my liver and lungs scored
Someone constantly poured all that burns
We love that smoke is unavoidable alcohol

My track stretches like speed a little bit
Hipa cat hapa cuts throat possible
This is a buzz yet not permanent
Thus, I am eliminating flaws

I bring and take out who asked that smoked
On the subway in the evening I did not notice
Made a messed up kosyachok scored
I blew softly with the boys amamadafakrinil