Lyrics khaki - Оборот

baseman slum dash

Gaining my U-turn
And throw in benz
Gaining turnover
Gaining turnover
Gas to the floor and block
Hooks on the right ceiling
You're a player here

Your good
I will not trade for lycimers
You merge all the loot
And I see the scene

'Cause I was doing rap
Hypa is already a couple
They will say haliback
Gives fire heat

On my way
What gives in heaven
Street fights
Or battles on the show

Pour smoke
Do not give back
On top and in fetters
Hands fist

Come tear
Speeds to the end
We are unseen paradise
Bullets are full of lead

Rubber on wear
But I stand my ground
And on one tune
I'm swinging a rampage

I do not look at a loss
I have nothing to watch
Only I am my soul
It can be fucked

Menacing to have
Walls of old wow hits
Your mother im burning
Without making firewood

Nonsense everywhere
I light the subscriber
First Etude
Symphony land

Forgot nothing
On ointments, I say in addition
Not yet endured
In which the image itself is pathetic

Get Into the Text
Understand you take into account
Everything is so superficial
What did you think smart guy

I close the door
For freedom, your time
I'm writing one thing
Confident in yourself

Your turnaround is nothing
Pick up your debts
You will not come out not counted
While your lips live

Just picking
Nothing bad
Accelerating pulse into frames
Cause I'm the first

Face to face meeting yourself
All revolutions in strength and blindness
Envious, only he is strong
What is gaining a powerful turn

And not looking holding a flame in his hand
And in reality, not in a dream
Believes in his own, contemplating all the fervor
Burning fire, and on paper wings

Off the beaten path, distant sets his goal
And believe in a lonely world
Case in itself, a matter of prominent time
Mind thing ... Gain a turn