First couplet:
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Who remained to protect this kingdom from the smoke by illusion,
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As a result, they are worthless, rude voice, and actions according to the situation,
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Hooked, will not let go to the bottom.
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One road to failure, doubts
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Don't change the essence, otherwise you will be raped.
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Around the fog, hey, try to dispel,
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I start the hurdy-gurdy and they flew.
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In polyethylene or on a throne,
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Our story has become iconic.
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Soon, a product with a tonic will accelerate emotions,
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And you forgot all the worst.
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Second couplet:
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Who is worth it to dig under the potion layer by layer,
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Then the most appropriate products,
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How hard is it to get a rare fruit,
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So it is recommended to listen to it inflated,
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Are you in hell or in heaven, our rap, like a black woman,
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Raises to the heights of the devil's wheel.
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How can you see the report clearly to the end,
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And how our cold calculation will nip it in the bud,
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A moment before the foolishness of a doctor is not needed,
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It's just that the nonsense that was before this comes out of you.
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Everything has become ancient, as before the boogie,
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But here the subway is launched around concretely and in kind.
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Third verse:
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Let's smoke that after all the guns
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Hitting the enemies, leveling them with the ground.
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And having met the morning in a shout we will shout -
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Who comes to us with a sword,
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Stupid whore, oak will give in view of the fact
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That Garunda has already taken off.
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All around bail, and teasing each other,
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Turns into rude abuse, so the ruins fell to the grandchildren,
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As if someone shrouded the mystery of the ancient letters of points.
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Which some gingerbread left us a sculptor,
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We will glue the whole world constructor at the junctions of actions,
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Infa has been available for a long time, but the wheels of reason are slipping on the ground and there will be no spurt,
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For the eighth day I crawl on wind and strings to stir up old school. |