Текст песни FakiL - Буря в стакане

And on the run behind the words
to stone
Do not come, look my way under your feet
Let nerves taut as if on the verge
You waiting for the storm in a glass

Come all blown
He appeared one who melts the microphone
When ready to party for the record
I see the envy in battles
When I pass on what you podebalis
Can you put on me, I'm just looking, and give fire
I have knocks 7 out of 10, but the hundred out of a hundred - it's garbage
What I & quot; long-range & quot; sword, I will give buckshot
But this time paired with lohom not give misfire
It's like number two
And the battle to be awesome in appearance
Hundreds of children wander,
But just try and stop me!
Go ahead to win
I need to start playing at the bit
My first step in these depths ...
Try to stop!