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По этому к вам уважения нет, вы своими рифмами лишь оставляете дешевый след, вы не реперы, вы пишите не нужный бред, ну давай спизди еще, сколько мам ты поимел. Вам пора идти уже давно с этой реп сцены, делать реп вам смысла нету, если реп неполноценный, реп это не только рифмы, в бит забиты голоса, в репе важен смысл слова, реп это поэзия. Ты же репер, по любому знаешь что такое дабл тайм, научился панчить ты, но смысла в репе нет не грамма, пишешь ты что развалил ебало каждому кто тебя не уважает, ты пиздаглагол с широким ртом, уже давно все это знают, ты зовешься репером, но много кто так не считает, покажи хоть одного кто, мамаёбов уважает Prepare your Nike and go on his last journey, do not ask others to help, forget the word kindness. Here cheap souls, do not share them with nothing, so his divided, and he himself will become strangled, then the alignment of such a district say I speak a little, then you can not be with your mouth open, zagrebut infamous wolves in uniform or let in the trenches who said that because of you go, who said that they would crowd. This silly nonsense, get ready defense, scoring a victory, do not rush the praises all who do not like you, do not try to please them, show improvisation, put their reputation at the same time refrain from words in their direction, without unnecessary dialogue with their Carry crown heads, do not know anyone who had some how, bear the responsibility for the lies, for their same unnatural and off your rotten market, I lay out the truth and the truth is, I have probably a gift, I write differently, but basically I in lines to let off steam, there is not so daring in the tracks, but for you my word on trombone has a stroke, we are not with you in Kent, you're left, and I'm right, you're reading at Nakuru, I read a sober, sensible, Well let's say that I have said, there is not true. Rap is not the same, your underground opopsel, mother affecting the text crosses the limit. Bute is the person for you to tell me still that is not the case, but the bazaar there, behind the fence barking every bold.
In this respect you do not, you just leave your rhymes cheapest trail, you're not rappers, you write unnecessary nonsense, come've stole even as mothers raped you. You have to go a long time with this rap scene, doing rap you no sense if the defective rap, rap is not just rhyme, in a bit clogged voice, turnips important sense of the word, rap is poetry. You frame on any know what the double time, you learned the Panchen, but there is no sense in turnips not grams, you write that ruined ebalo to anyone who does not respect you, you pizdaglagol with wide mouth, have long been aware of all this, you call rapper but many did not agree, show at least one who respects mamaёbov
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