Текст песни й1 - Дикция

Verse 1
On both sides of the rows of houses along the
Dvatsatki, his komunalki live on the bastion
Near the seventeenth school missed it
Lessons fire to paper in the toilet
Smoking and vkidoval nasvay a lip
All is quiet on noise yards
I grew up has become even worse bully
In the courtyard he gave me drove one
Familiar grandfather, his kingdom of heaven
I ran shpunyal girls pigtails
Attracted the attention of show-off kids
Always I ran away from the bastion
On novoystroku, climbed on the garage
Played voynushki, like so held
Childhood is not forgotten how the tech came first
Motorola galovastik how did
So I squander somewhere near the rainbow
First pussy I loved
Called Ira inflated self-righteous bitch
He admitted many times vlyubvi
She Dynamo me how much
I dragged her satchel I was considered as a friend
Well fuck love without response bitch
And I hit the clave beat and I was not bored
Kindle colored rhythms Boulevard
I go to areas spizhennyh sneakers

She did not look around, do not tell
Further ado, your diction glamorous
By ebalnaya, in the face snitched
That is no longer sitting Alley
The city is still in the old traditions
The boys rubbed gandzhubas in the fields
They brought me something kurnot
And now I have decided to score on this garbage
I'm more interested in a good cue
And glamorous bitch stomp on his heels
I do not mod dress strictly as I
Like, amuse Hayter they do not like
My diction of communication, they do not like
What I tambourine under the micro or even the
I always say, did not like to read
But my mother forced her couple Napas
Bob Gauvin is now in ukurilsya
Should the toilet blyueet
(Fu shit ahahaha)