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История одного преступления. Товарищ судья, где это видано, Чтоб меня жестоко отодрали трое пидоров? Порезали бритвой, мне обидно, я не девочка в красном
- ...первый раз помнишь приехал И я выхожу из машины Иду с ним по телефону говорю Стоит такой пупсик, хм "Да" Подходит ко мне походкой пингвина И говорит
Силами давних событий хочу этот раунд слить. Перед Визави с уваженьем снимаю носки, PSRec меня простит или умрет от тоски- Назойлив как на твоей сраке
Моей мечтой не было оказаться в этом финале Против тех, чьи клипы видели на музыкальном канале Запоминали, как это делали в Краснодаре Но в этот раз мы
Вечер, дождь, как фея, каплями ресницы клеит Веет ветер, обдувая кожу, в уши плеер, сигарета Дым веером сушит, серый город, обступая лужи, подняв ворот
[Verse 1:] Uh, Camo shorts and Bubba Kush Yeah, we can talk, she rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Man, damn where is the fucking trust? I
[Verse 1:] Uh, Camo shorts and Bubba Kush Yeah, we can talk, she rather fus This and that 'bout such and such Man, damn where is the fucking trust? I'
Here's the house. Here's the city and the stream. Here's the father to my dream. Here's the lost and lonely look in your eyes. When you leave I will break
Uh, camo shorts and bubba kush Yeah, we can talk, she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Man, damn, where is the fuckin' trust? I'm tired
Ladies up in here tonight No fighting (We got the refugees up in here) No fighting No fighting Shakira, Shakira I never really knew that she could dance
Camel shorts and bubble Kush, yeah We can talk, she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Damn, where is the fucking trust? I'm tired of the
Here's my ghetto story Been in hell, through the fire Now gonna take it higher Here's my survival story So many reasons to sing this Now we got the keys
Yep, yep, yep, I'm back, I?m back Slip-N-Slide Records, Slip-N-Slide Records Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm single again back on the prowl I thought
My brother Esau killed the hunter back in 1969 Before the killing was done his inheritance was mine When at first my brother walked away before a weary
There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one I cried to my daddy on the telephone
Gave you my heart and than you took it and tore it apart. Can't believe i didn't leave you sooner, i must have been a fool and liked the scars. Yes i
Ah yeah, that's right All you single people out there This is for you Yeah I'm not waitin' around for a man to save me (?Cause I'm happy where I am)