Lyosha write, here you go
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Ask him for advice
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Slowly I left the yard where I took it,
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I entered the turn at the far 60,
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How many times have you already asked to tear off your forehead,
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Past the post zoom speed digital camera
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Exactly two floors, this is at least smoke critical,
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What about tomorrow? |
Yes, like Friday
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Make noise by five o'clock, and now it's time to fall apart
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The head works in 4k sport mode with a microphone and a hydropon bong
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How I flunked the exam in the ninth grade
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Tamara Anatolyevna ardent greetings to you!
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Goodyear rubber machine soaked in smoke
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Slowed down near the store
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Belinsky running across again
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I ran across to the red one and shook a little
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And bubu gives out not the maximum, this is a fact
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Well, Kamu is like vibration up to the ceiling
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Someone says he doesn't like 4'K fuck you
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My foot flies at you!
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We do things, we do things
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Not in the firewood until the head takes out,
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We do things, we do things
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Normal garbage rushing like wilted
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We do things, we do things
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Not in the firewood until the head takes out,
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We do things, we do things
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Normal garbage rushing like a droop.
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Yard, got bright xenon headlights
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The bass kicked on the tube received a signal,
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Everything is cool here for about five minutes and I will
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On the way I will go to a neighbor and ask for a sample
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Confused what could? |
hay bag piece
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In the store juice, chocolate Shok
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While someone is burning
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My brother is sitting next to him in the ninth vase
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4k plows open spaces and kata
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There is not enough cotton in the back, cotton wool, but bass
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The guys that you put on repeat from the Urals
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Our balid rushes,
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hard driver killed
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17th rollers speedometer pizdit
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Mission Thoughts
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Where to find without commission
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Charge on Motive
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Fall back Brother, if we are on our way
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It's 4'K Doing things!
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We do things, we do things
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Not in the firewood until the head takes out,
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We do things, we do things
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Normal garbage rushing like wilted
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We do things, we do things
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Not in the firewood until the head takes out,
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We do things, we do things
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Normal garbage rushing like a droop. |