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Хатасеев Игорёк Робинзон на самом деле В каждом трэке у него семь пятниц на неделе Хоть он и туп туп двигает он в клуб клуб Изо рта лук лук - причина

А он смотрел в её глаза через призму Нет горечи в нутри, маэстро, это просто снег И руки, что ласкали нежно, так обнимали бережно Пустились в гущю пяных

Only paid attention in your lessons I Sat close at the front so I could see Your enthusiastic demonstrations Teaching to a class of only me And I couldn

I'm in the front row with a bottle Don't know what I can't decide I'm in the front row I’m a model Don't know what I can't describe Burnout stars they

the Bed, only get excited for head Now print this in your industry books If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look Hit the switch, front

front of you In front of me Somehow we couldn't see Right in front of you I had to fall to finally see Right in front of you Right in front of me We

't you think my movements talk Shaky lock and kicky door Smokey air that I adore Down in the alley is where I hunt All is quiet on the eastern front

woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front

, hopeful groping breathers All tap together quietly and desperately in unison Hey, hey, hey, is anybody listening? News from the front, news from the front