LilTwin - Algorithms | Текст песни

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Chorus

Hip-Hop alive til my life don't get worse
As long as my fans busted, you're bastard
My pants get up with the pen in my knock
By the way in moment I gonna blow the block
So fuck it, might as well I make most of it
This responsible get tearin' in it and cover it
They said I rappin' like a faggot
They said their patience already broken, take it
My name is blood in and blood out
So call me Ali Muhammed or magazine with guns
Don't support me enough
On you I'ma give a fuck
So fuck up, I'm still fucked
My bars about curse of life
Its sypho, symphony of hate, buggin'
Black Co - is a psycho album too
Lord knows, I am second hand of God, yeahhh

Chorus

Understand this words
Without a smoke clouds
You can a reoladed
Like your porn get it
Better go on, oh
Weather soul's wants, want
I talk with the Lena
I walk with the Feina
Fans wrote for me a letter
You wrote text with help of us
I road, but this rain
My lord is a pain
I want, but I can't
You lazy, but you can
Turn it up of round
Talk with glound about
Rollers shit, new style, bitch
Capers with, freak's life of rich
You must be my, only you pride
And no matter hold back this right
I better than hope with a light
In stoppable when to write, I wanna fly
You wanna fuck, I got a Fan Site
It's my fame drive, Symphony of Hate best side