Ikai now Vasya is Icarus.
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Killa classic. |
My method is a fashionable sunset symbol.
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Behind the eyes is a reserve of excitement, a thunderstorm of the standard, words in a cascade, somersaults from the start.
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Beats of the chimes, draw a second date on the beat for you.
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This training of the mind, something like a whip.
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It's like a bottle on the booth - mountain BOMB.
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Compromise is inappropriate, your own will not make concessions.
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You need to quickly pour down, where there is dirt and cigarette butts.
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From time to time, yard packs, passionate morals give odds,
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ram, patron, pathos balls, corton crowns, pedestals.
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And we are not threatened with tepun on the tongue, shake on the mustache, progress is growing.
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From basics to asavs, from wasps to uzi, and in this connection, aces in the network - to pussy.
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It's time to shout polundra coma here.
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This is the eve of a rebellion from the inside.
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All the same, we are on the air, a bitch, we are a castle for this people to shut up the freak.
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The 42nd is a factory hit, our hip-hop vow, this is the back of boots with a firmament on a scoop, on a scoop.
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Sensing a fresh beat, I immediately got into it like a liquid metal. |
seen?
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nimble style is not beaten by anyone, I eat them, do you want you to fall off in an instant?
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- It's no problem.
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The press is weightless here, there is no reason to be a rogue, pure mista masta pont-jester will change the tone of knt.
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plus, in pursuit of fire from windows and stoves, they will put strings on their elbows in a stream.
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You are beaten with a current, you will be killed with a syllable, broken in half by a word.
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Torture the back with a popandopal broken on the bare floors.
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I will be a tyrant for these zealous MCs, knead with a ram, coward for grams,
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like herding sheep.
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Nicknamed heavyweight champions, butt-chewed otrishon style
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dudes.
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It already brings teeth-to-to-be-would, a spotless march leads a rude life.
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The style is strict as a caran, knocked down from scars and wounds, entrusted to my bitches and dogs.
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I torment myself with sounds, free the basses and beats, I give them more than where the roles of types with faces are ladies.
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though not dashing in growth,
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but dangerous, gives knockouts in an aura, just soaring crazy.
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In short, quote: "soaring psycho" or kiss anal.
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The 42nd quarter is small, but good luck!
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All fuck.
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Fuck everything. |