Текст песни iSIXONE,JEEMBO,Boulevard Depo,Killah Tveth,Basic Boy,GLEBASTA SPAL - IRAQ

[Verse 1: ISIXONE]
I fucked the planet, that she gave birth to my dream
Hell, I did not throw up the money, because they fall
Did you know that your bitch crying exactly 6 seconds?
Then you want to know exactly what she thinks of one (What?) And malabarogolova Kalopadavan you fucking did not understand, and understand it is not necessary
Huylap chatter, then Prenko fanket but bin cheysnee hat, and then, right
Vorovaiki rap - Come on dick
Got a Ghetto - Come on dick
From you will be five times more rewarding when you fouled me US
Free cash for all uebanov
And I'm going 200 km, do not fly
My game where I'm cool
And this is it, and I'm pretty sure
When I am sure I am his mother, I know
Goals terenssy Phillip - my prototypes
I fucking FIRE and the subway needs a guy
Fire from Iraq (I) is resspaun
Original home, my home asespaun
An Haslam killer bulk dough
You northern elk, and I sauce saut
Tu Fait and Cloud 14 brands
Where blue siraut not put yawning
That's what I whisper in the ear of your bitch, she still remembers a second. (Clever)

[Verse 2: JEEMBO]
Jimbo fucking junkie, (x2)
He is more dangerous than the Taliban or punks
Fucking junkie (x2)
Your people at the bottom of my people on the Skunk
Fucking junkie
I Jot role or killed 2 females
Hawali 2 wheels at the heavens, the wonders of the canopy
You know my people
My Genk killer of children
At the foot of Nike, a lot of ideas in my head
Do not dry up the bitch creek
I pictured the forgotten dead of night
Twisted jay, black against the background of the rays
Your bitch burned in hell for their sins, black candlelight
Home battle Saddam Hussein
Holy Gardens
Bitch drowned in the pool at the bottom of a bitch, cuka at the bottom, as Ivan. Jimbo leads the caravan by Tony Montana, pierced hands. Your buddy grew up in shit (hahaha bitch!)
My home in the hydroponic

[Verse 3: Boulevard Depo]
(Ivan Dorn underwater)
Three, and once, twice, Phat shoots out of the window
Six, four, five, phat beats bells
Nine, eight, seven, phat at 4K
Your sister's on the wall gives the canine
But where is your mother, you wonder forgot the bath
And 2 days already pulling your mom on the back
Then home in the bath and in the room and in the bedroom
Then the last time your mom on the back
You kipishuesh, son, it's a trap, son
Black, dolphin, fighter submarines
You kipishuesh, son, it's a trap, son
Your girlfriend to drive their psilocybin
Auntie Valya your lady pushes tracks Fedi
Your girlfriend is flowing - Fyodor gave them tin
With his head in syrup diving, flowed, remember son
Do not play the game, because we like Charlie Sheen
You kipishuesh son
I'm Lindsay Lohan, son
I Rolling Stone, son
I Whitney Houston, the son
I'm Rick James, son
I have Jimi Hendrix, son
And who are you? Who are you?

[Verse 4: Killah Tveth]
Virgo likes to smoke, I - play it
Man, I'll make your life dramas
My neighborhood full of charming ladies
but I burn out the box to the ground
Nigi not climb his words
but I am where abandoned temple ...
White body will take water
the longest staylak melts on her lips
I'm so high, my whip - the juice
Demons like to disturb my sense
Naked bitch - flat lawn;
my temple - the street is the call
in the mornings. Here black sofa
but he saw everything to deep bottom
Man, is played by alarm
Young Twet goes for broke
Pow! Red blood like caviar
Pow! Figures from the ice
Pow! Bullets from the window
Air Force right on the head
New Olympus directly on the head
bullets do not care who's not to blame
Under my water
your bitch is looking for a new treasure
ITSSSABOY KILA!
Flow long as a boa
The sun rises and goes to the west
but bitch gets up and brings wine
Pow! Entire mountains of crap
but there is nothing that can not lose
I'm so used to cold
I do not even have to heat

[Verse 5: Basic Boy]
I am a thief, I'm an artist, [?] Bodybuilder
On hand gold chain by Versace
[?] Of the bass vibrating smoke in our takche
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We made it persona non grata in the cold thin border [?]
This style is like a grenade as the AK47
Tratatatatata you can look but do not you dare touch
[?] In the desert highway
In this case a wheelbarrow in the box Bombet
Here in his hands two bazookas
I shoot clear sound
The sound it like a crystal
Now he was here and gone
Here on the sidekick three bitches
Females as a tenacious hooks
This style of it as a cruel
So shines as [?]
[?] Oil basin
Flexin, Flexin [?] Feel myself at 777
[?] Oil basin
Flexin, Flexin [?] Feel myself to 666666 ...

[Verse 6: Glebasta Spal]
[?]
I saw this bit and I got caught in his web
You threw in Tussin finatropil and drank, drank, drank
Drinking, drinking
A stone thrown into the fire
Who does not exactly kill the wounded
A pair of palm trees is what you palish
A pair of palm trees [?]
Who laid the bomb, and who would undermine it
Jesus Christ Superstar on Russian rap genius laughs
Then blow up, blow it
The whole game is a big war
I do not see the bottom, I can not see the bottom two, I do not see the bottom three
See how my eyes are burning at the hands Bunce
I went into a trance, I made the mud
Bunce on his hands, brother
And I killed
Bunce on his hands, brother
And I killed