Текст песни KirushkaKIROV - Сизифов Труд

Who are you, like loyal repaku
I always tore and moat, little things you pakuy.
lower back tattoo you're stuffed, you're drained
his style as if he sleeps in front of Mike.
I beat you ace trump suit
from my style you are open mouth
quite simply daring his verse
you just merged with this round, I'm sorry
I will not chatter I Rem Digga
I will not do super panchlayny I form
I will not have to cut, I do not harry ax
this is my style, my bro, my hip-hop
I shoved you in front of your feet in the coffin
Circle nails, I'll break your legs broken and the staff
remember you in my world only guest
I remember the beginning, I stole the line, but now
I rose like foam on beer is rocked in a barrel
By definition, that is something that is not mine
I am here for labor, and you as oxy vulgar Jew
In fact, he pisses, but rather in the tracks he bandit.