Текст песни V1perS - Из пункта А в пункт Б

I was treated by round like flies fighter
Instead, the shadow left of me flashing sparks
A point at the start, everyone on the runway
If my opponent got up and confess vain
The road will be long, as a tool negro
I do not see you in the fourth as the snow in the summer
Your Punchy invisible, I do not see in the track
Zakos you under Tanir, pumped up bodybuilder
I shake off the Internet, you're swinging on a swing
You're old-fashioned guy, the album & quot; swing & quot;
I'm versatile, call me Bank
Stupidly with Buttle will ban women banal
I ran the lines as the cat runs across the road
Bust of hits to the beat rewrite their pens
That's moved on, all except you
You stayed at the start, but as always well

You hope for that as you get into the finals Mans
Your hopes are exhausted as your steering
You will go into the ravine brother before turning
I get into the 4th, you as Ramos on goal
This is the final battle, the last track on Battle
For one of us end up as hard labor
And it will be you, because this Crimean Battle
I'm up to it on the doorstep, you islands of the Caribbean
Stay there until revenge reefs smoesh
That's the hard labor, I rhyme-same evil
Yulozish you on the spot, I call you yuloy
I turn into a bit of melody, I'm a musician Mans
You're a musician, just because you know how to sing
But such data to point B loop Pomeroy
You will fly and I fly with me on the shoulder you cry
His way start a little bit more - you see a doctor