Юзао 1998

Bru Bonch Bonch_ & quot; YUZAO Bit 1998 & quot;

[Was cold]
Moscow Southwest bits
Sleeping areas air trembles.
Tarantula was cold and give birth to the crowd,
Yes, yes, we have nothing to hide - speak frequency.
We do not Hydrometcenter, we create a climate of life,
Do not relax with us, we are back in the air!

[Tarantula]
As an in-dash hell beats target
I got to give you a reason for the movement.
I see your vibration Teles,
To have your end their interest.
Hands as background, my microphone
Does rhyme, it is higher on the tone.
Are you turned cold and the Tarantula,
So, for our new bit otfachit your ears.

[Was cold]
Otherwise, there can be no point,
Luohu not beat musyu Bonch Bru Bonch.
It is not necessary to compete in the articulation,
If on the scene two Boniface.
Nation, Gods ether block quarters idols revelers.
Am I right insect?

[Tarantula]
Holiday scent.

[Was cold]
Include, but are stuck in a bit, Southwest.

Chorus:
[Girl]
Moscow Southwestern bit.
Heat rhymes that our sky smokes.
Streets dancing to the rhythm of sleeping areas.
Tarantula was cold and blow you like gunpowder.

[Tarantula]
I'm young and fresh as growth ficus,
Women know - I am God cunnilingus.
Emperor of All Russia coitus
I do not have any steeper Vitas.
But now's not the point,
I wanted a little to distract you,
Hot as an oven I
Not from love heat,
Rhymes exhale my quarters.

[Was cold]
From warm to Stan Butovo.
Steeper no drive: buggy, strange, loud, strёmnogo, wild, ferocious.
In sneakers shod, dressed in a pipe, together with a bit of food of this.
Pierce ears in this run, I'd love to hear a groan
That'S Perfect! So Tarantula your brains again otfachit.
He trembles rhythm.
Chill out, relax, take a microphone!

[Tarantula]
Thank U!

[Was cold]
Sochtёmsya!

[Tarantula]
The audience! Listen, this motif whiling away your soul.
To be frank, I will not run.
I dedicate this zarub YUZAO.

Chorus:
[Girl]
Moscow Southwestern bit.
Heat rhymes that our sky smokes.
Streets dancing to the rhythm of sleeping areas.
Tarantula was cold and blow you like gunpowder.

[Was cold]
Disc jockey ёrzay vinyl, provoke hysteria.
Heads up! Mota as a broom,
Brooms rotten - brethren, sweeping reflux gumoz and apathy
We are your joints, you duo chiropractors.
Pischite us & quot; Bravo! & Quot ;.

[Tarantula]
Left and right bass and drummer - you tear up as 2 wolfhound,
How burning hot lava on the bare cheeks
Fuck motif on your feet.
Similarly, the target accurately.
Gutara truth, if I were not insects.

[Was cold]
This is our secret mission:
Towers pluck without the help of Gasha.
Clearly the people of the plant, reopen cities.
Rhyme for rhyme, line by line.
Bonch Bru Bonch simply do not get thanked finish.

[Tarantula]
In general, in general ... yo!
I would like to blurt out!
My Maine was cold not give you chilly,
It is unlikely that I can do it, I'll dissect you until dawn.
100 decibels, delight on the face!
The truth was cold?

[Was cold]
Looks like it!

[Tarantula]
You are our - from the nose to the bottom.
Bit continues. Hey, Southwest!

Chorus:
[Girl]
Moscow Southwestern bit.
Heat rhymes that our sky smokes.
Streets dancing to the rhythm of sleeping areas.
Tarantula was cold and blow you like gunpowder.

Moscow Southwestern bit.
Heat rhymes that our sky smokes.
Streets dancing to the rhythm of sleeping areas.
Tarantula was cold and blow you like gunpowder.