Текст песни Гарри Топор - 6. Вечера на хуторе близ Дыбенко
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Wall on the wall, cross-fit, Threw the girl - quit drinking, She was wet from this track, I could not even dry Lo-Kik. Let those rappers - God of rhythm Rhythm boss, But for them you are nobody, Though you are MSKM in judo, But you were thrown in the yard here. Evenings on a farm near Dybenko, Near a car from UdBU. The north wind takes out brains, Close "Crossroads", "Auchan" and "Tape". Here buy their dirty goods Kupchaga, Parnas and the Center. Fish, Lomo, Finban, Academician Plus Yu-Za and Komenda Hey, gopota, throw the seeds up, go, Start, sitting together, dance on the cards, On the hinds, guts of lead, Then the acetone will drink, Here the roll with the eel, It's roll with acne. Sluts dumping prices, Look, crocodile in appearance, Villash-Boash, saw, here the migrant fell in love with the limit, We are explosive, like dynamite, And everyone knows, Pick up three fingers to heaven and load. Charge. (x8) Dybena right bank, So right bank. Left-hander came here, he was immediately taken to the curb. And there is. I do not frighten, believe me, having found a needle in a haystack, They let me through the vein. In every tavern there is a dragon dealer, That's how, Every drag dealer is for you, And an evil reptile. The purchase of fifty dollars wasted. One hundred gram. They burned their mothers on a dash, Summaries. Top and I swelled. What? Long swollen. On the Dybene? Then they exploded into the air. To take on the ponies and bastards to bring down. But the mafia does not sleep while Dybena is asleep. By caravan, we are this nonsense, sleeping in briquettes. You tell me that it's harmful, perish! Sluts dumping prices, Look, crocodile in appearance, Villash-Boash, saw, here the migrant fell in love with the limit, We are explosive, like dynamite, And everyone knows, Pick up three fingers to heaven and load. Charge. (x8)
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