Lyrics Больshow С.Ш.Д. - Дурная секта master flow battle r2

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fucking sect of drunken polubab ay
for zadroty in front of monitors their vids fap time
pouring a whiskey in his ass
they are getting cold because I still have the blood
how desperate I shake my hands under the old school
a chair was falling under the snow-bass
meaning and text ah, I would have suited you
This does not need you to give only the svag
you then let's pour out dumped you dibs
would you have thrown a hat over you would have gone to the folder
boys in jeans where the hand does not fit too
your photos in order to eat children should be scary
never saw Nbeey but the cap of Chicago Bulls
once supersede already on the blouses he really was blown away
admirers of black people from Moscow to the Danube
sveg is a real sect and bad

and probably no more hip hap in Russia
a bad sect about the lights where every second emsy
from this mainstream save me save
About the greatest tupac not for nothing that I sdes here

Yes, I am with the arakez but not punk like
music provides a contact
no, I'm not a musician
a boy with a Phonon degree did not think about machine tools
yes on the head snepbek but not svag
if you're an iron man then I'm a Tony Stark
If there are no saddles on the balance sheet then it's not old
If the face has no beard, then no star
drown old boat of real hip-hop
where those guys who were listening to my dad
with such humor I will be a hero stand apa
all he walks by the ears, he takes the tracks with his paw
my turnip like a whore tits can paw
my turnip is so old that younger and bastard
my opponent is chehua hua and i am a stafford
hua hua and you kicking on tile