Текст песни Pan Mc - Для зала

Buda swing this room to bassilo
So fulfills my life mission
Ps the guy is the sound of my reticative
Before you, Pan Mc and does
Seeing the drug with the taste of pemolyuksa
Gutted children plastic feelings
Informal raids, parades of non-formalities
A blade through the veins-a psychiatric mom crying
In pink concrete jungle stupid heroes
From the piercing and split future build
For this year, a lot happened
Someone wrote a new outro
Coming home suddenly feel the wave
By habit I'll write a line more than one
When I write something moves me
Such a burning impulse of extraterrestrial
She makes the pen in her hands take
And my uneven underlining to write
Do not run after the cover is a world of reality
But sometimes there are seconds of genius
So wait, listen, look, know.
Soon will be a sweeping loaf
Look into the jaws of power with a coo to bits
Black life paint sheets
I'm not from the earth I'm from another planet
I'll tell you the happiness of rocket launching

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Only your hands in this room
Exclusively for you rap tsunami
Well, and there it is clear what will be
The city of Gorky will not forget us