Lyrics Полумягкие - Сотка

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Our streets, houses, apartments are impregnated smog
Our phrases are electrocuted
Hard, soft, soft, hard
A bottle of cola, a pair of receptions
And this is evidence for the prosecutor
We smoke a lot, very much
We are in charge of the territory
Moscow - Lefortovo, from here
In the mouth, the taste of hydroponics
While I'm rhyming here, word for word
People took "Dream Vitar" in Perovo
A good grade, it will be great
Guys from Peter carry gunpowder
While we smoke our heads
Somewhere in the area of ​​gray palyat by phone
Blunt tricks
I'm not a fan
And somewhere between the river and the Petrarch
His dude cooks a hundred sash
For our, not for sale
To improve tracks
Kuzya, respect, I smeared the fifth rope
Shaloo in pipette
Everything is beautiful

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I climb to the top to the sky
I do at least seven
Rhyme masterpieces
Not from shd
I feel the rustle of leaves
I'm oxidized
I read as God
My teacher Maxim Sinitsyn
I uncover other people's brains with aphorisms
In flight, it depends
From the coils flew almost
Now have thoughts, at least a little
In the pocket of a piece of joy
Respect in advance the guy
What drives us a hundred grams
Although so in the daily stuff
Copy these texts
Take the garbage
I'm a junkie
No, stop, I lied
We're the orderlies in the shit
We love gar and
Play the words
This is a semi-soft
One, Two
One, Two