PROD. HACHE
LETTERS:
Those from day one next to me, I reward consistency
Path above trend
No one crowns her without patience or persistence
The whole world is on an errand
I no longer think about the fair, you pay with your time
This is for honor, not for recognition
He snored at life who stops daring
I raised the quote, not everyone deserves me
Where there is respect, the codes are not violated
Give to receive it like this and it works with me
The most bro turns
Fold the purest
The honor remains and the sound does not last
Coward is not suitable for warrior
Tying jolopero mode
Never rushed
That shit doesn't run, its foot detonates
Nothing more than the real ones at the same time
Coward is not suitable for warrior
Tying jolopero mode
Never rushed
That shit doesn't run, its foot detonates
Nothing more than the real ones at the same time
And I mock in a crashed Mercedes, which opens from the outside
I put my arm out under the glass and you feel the ki however you want
That's to let you see the degree of confidence and maturity
What does the career mean for being one of those who matured?
I talk about time, size, effort, work and years
Of cakes, birthday
To resist when there is harm
To rebound from deception, and not trust strangers
To accumulate the experience of twenty-three rookies of the year
They are cock powder
One, two, three, the chicken is gone
It looks funny from above, from the corner of the pool, chillin'
In another vibe, in another feeling
Planning the next return
We came in killing, wait for the billing
Kill Bill
Killing the beat and TYS knows that
We shake hands when we get together
What comes out are classics
Everyone knows what they are worth
I'm not selling myself, I'm trying
There is a flaw in your design
You are not the owner of these dreams
DNA
Where there is respect, the codes are not violated
Give to receive it like this and it works with me
The most bro turns, bends the purest
The honor remains and the sound does not
Bad at love, I'm more toxic than The Crow
There is no benefit that makes me break the codes, Bro Codes
Failed attempts are what make the expert
If bad vibes were water I would be a desert
The egg belongs to whoever laid it
Without jokes, we're Russian, no matter what
Feet on the ground and giant faith, that's what's important
Of course what I want, that doesn't make me arrogant
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