Получеловек, полубог. Да, для него тайфун — ветерок. Здесь - камера, мотор, в медиа-костёр Полетит снова очередной полурэперок.
День поменяет ночь, в номере темно - А ты почему-то не закрыла замок. Я Валдис Пельш: наношу тебе удар, И угадай эту мелодию из семи ног.
Плохо себя вёл, не следил за осанкой Топор, на твоей могилке тарантул - Это моя горькая правда. Сгораю на работе, как пилот Ники Лауда.
Я ночую в трюме с абордажной командой - И нам этот совиньон, как баланда. Один против всех, я под флагом пирата - Эта тропа чернее, чем Погба и Бамбада.
Я убил своё прошлое — это, сука, Теперь мой скелет в шкафу. Я не пойму: по мне сходят с ума, И это близко к колдовству.
В моей команде ты увидишь Только близких мне братух. Смотри, мы несёмся вверх-вверх-вверх, Будто выстрел катапульт!
Gemoet, demigod. Yes, for him the typhoon is a breeze. Here is a camera, a motor, in a media coat The next half -reerler will fly again.
The day will change the night, the room is dark - And for some reason you did not close the castle. I am Valdis Pelsh: I will strike you, And guess this melody of seven legs.
He behaved badly, did not follow the posture An ax, on your grave tarantula - This is my bitter truth. I burn at work as a pilot Nicky Lauda.
I spend the night in the hold with an boarding team - And we are this ovignon, like Balanda. One against all, I am under the flag of a pirate - This path is blackened than the pogba and Bambada.
I killed my past - this, bitch, Now my skeleton is in the closet. I don’t understand: they go crazy for me, And it is close to witchcraft.
You will see in my team Only my loved ones are brother. Look, we are rushing up and up-up, Like a shot of catapult!
Froke-shooting catapult! Froke-shooting catapult!
Which of me is an excellent student? - I am at school x*and kicked. But to count cash Mathematics is not needed.
Start is given, yes, I suffered too. Started to write - this is my startup. Grew in poverty - ask the ax. We gained oxygen and surfaced from the bottom.
Nike-Shoes, I am impudent-horror. She wants a relationship - whores on*whores. Harry and I are waiting, give us noise. I caught luck, and still hold.
La-la-la-la-la, music is non-format. Ra-Ta-Ta-Ta-Mic in the hand, like an automatic. I'm not rich, pick me a bath. Money is water, and I wash them.
I killed my past - this, bitch, Now my skeleton is in the closet. I don’t understand: they go crazy for me, And it is close to witchcraft.
You will see in my team Only my loved ones are brother. Look, we are rushing up and up-up, Like a shot of catapult!