Текст песни Леванчела - Лаборатория

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Underworld opens its maze, a laboratory bomb, you count up.
It makes bits and relishes the mud.
Drill bashkoj not be filth.
Cosmic sound, seismic nakdaun.
Ka pinned line.
Shark broadcasts prophetic word tracks.
Your style with a wasp, sweet like Alsou
And do not understand donkey. After all tracks of rapper I hear just - suck!
Therefore pasuy the poet.
All songs to sing.
From our base on your flying torpedoes.
The packaging woes, negative with God's hands.
Finished off and killed, shot with a poisonous war.

Chorus:
Rap Evil, evil tongues. Welcome to the Punch. We do not favor the pseudo MC bro. Bring to a slag from where he took!
In Dirt everywhere!

Quiet clock ticking, you whisper sweet whore his poems.
We boys ugaral and read under the dirty bits. And in the squares, my friend you forgive me,
Although I just FSUs * rd!
Since my line - a samurai sword.
But the draw in terms of time for me to head to whip,
Call me in Hip Hop - The lean Death!
Your bitch pimply well, just pi * dec.
You look at her background as a lord of sheep.
Before me, you have not grown lad,
I'm on the dark side call me father.

Chorus:
Rap Evil, evil tongues. Welcome to the Punch. We do not favor the pseudo MC bro. Bring to a slag from where he took!
In Dirt everywhere!