Fuck 33 or 60
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The boys are crazy wherever they are shizat
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Fuck will or BUR
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Who is for the truth - a giant, who pizdit - midget
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Hitting the road, I'm taking my mike with me
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Used to suck for a smoke, now they suck for a like (hey!)
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Used to suck for food, now suck for so
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You, bitch, are shit in rap, and I, bitch, are a tank
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I'm not a fucking rapper, I'm a stupid punk
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I walk in the park, not go sour in the "Buddha bar"
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I'm out of fashion fucking, a lover of old topics
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This pissing cop took away from life for several years (hey!)
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Look here, here is Brasi
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I throw heaps of used words to the ground with you
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Today this track flies to you with basses in a bowl
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Indispensable in Russian rap like wasabi in Asia, listen
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In more often among the purring we have become stronger
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We are for rap, in which there is something to think about
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What the fuck hype? |
What the fuck punches?
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Through life in the underground, nothing else
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In more often among the purring we have become stronger
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We are for rap, in which there is something to think about
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What the fuck hype? |
What the fuck punches?
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Through life in the underground, nothing else
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My style is the magic of words, the music of dreams
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In a colorful world where life is like a kaleidoscope
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And every stupid cop tries to ruin our lives
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But their plans like a whore from the roof fell down
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And where is the way out, show me, and I'll tell you
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What is most dear to me is the sparkle in the eyes of relatives and friends right up to goosebumps
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And now we'll light it up with Brasi
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We'll cut this sound into your car or house (e!)
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My river overflowed
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And I don't know what the lines on my hands mean
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Where the stars will point the way, where we will pass
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And somewhere we will become local, man, and take root
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Remember who you are and where you are from, do not succumb to lies and fornication
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Don't muddy the water, or else they'll kick you in the mouth
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Be that as it may, everyone will find their own here.
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Someone dropped out of the game, and we will continue to trample
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In more often among the purring we have become stronger
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We are for rap, in which there is something to think about
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What the fuck hype? |
What the fuck punches?
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Through life in the underground, nothing else
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In more often among the purring we have become stronger
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We are for rap, in which there is something to think about
|
What the fuck hype? |
What the fuck punches?
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Through life in the underground, nothing else
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What the fuck hype? |
What the fuck punches?
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Through life in the underground, nothing else |