Текст песни Lirikostaz - Свободных мест нет

Once again came to the Battle, then everyone hates me,
Even more than do not like to duck Batlle Vitya.
I do not shoot rhymes steep, no punches,
But even so, I judge all put their thumbs up.

I like a wolf among the sheep - was waiting quietly sacrifice
I calculate everything in advance, bezuperechen - such as Sherlock.
Types into the mouth of the tabernacle on the pole - off cocks
This massacre petushatne - I look through the window.

Every third track marks thrill in the heart of the breed,
Instead, they will immediately veto the river of blood draining.
Rapper sprouted like weeds-like
I'm a bad player pool and all wound on cue.

This bit as angry cashier you yelling: & quot; no tickets & quot;
You like children stupefied seeing the meter with my dick.
In a flock of Batlle I see flocks of mad dogs
I'll tell Uncle Stalin: & quot; There is no hope. Shoot & quot;

Crowds of whiners-meme that all labeled by: & quot; We rappers saw? & Quot; sbleval of their type
I planted them on the forks, for the sake of peace throughout the world, did not expect to tell you what I am giving away?
As his feet hit the balls with the hammer and thumb, I could in this dance put rappers in the cooler,
But resentment - I'm good-natured and hardly hurt you, brothers.

Klatsat on the clave, as if nothing had happened,
Though I am here and experienced, but quickly depart.
And your dirty money laundering mouths
Jet emanating from my genitals. (X2)
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The third round, tracks couples, the thrill, and the judges give fumes
Those who fells a chance in the final shake their towers in the hall.
But the place was not there and your black envelope
No need to be a psychic to know there is someone rap.