Текст песни Казян - Красная ночь

Tyscha fumes Opera on the rapper
They are from the pen of recognition,
And my text.
A clear conscience,
And I would not repent became
Before shaved bulls bandits here they are.
The balance is as follows: a tete-a-tete with the wall,
His tongue, his hands behind his back.
Mother encounters garbage, showing pictures.
Scour softly father sleeps with the trip.
Underfoot brittle crust
There are three of us
I barely cop, and I set them to lie.
Fictional History of the Second
Where's the other?
You bitch young, we all fuck you even think that?
And I was thinking after each phrase.
Fucking in the wild because the girls stroke
Yes, with all the guys shag inflate.
All the way a hypocrite, but I am so no one believed it.
In appearance I was fucking calm
Inside, I was on the verge of hysteria.
My anger is not the limit.
Here is a vivid example of how the state human alter.
Is this power?
Power in the hands of the enemy,
One ugly.
In our carpet in their shoes,
And I see in the eyes of a policeman arrogance
What a fucking respect for him ?!
God forbid, this track will not continue.
All fucking with my homies and my brother Eugene.
Dimarik, has come quickly