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наш нига внатуре делает... пока чмони плачут данный молорик внатуре толкает плэйя лайфста. нужно fr поддержать белого, соус должен течь мой нига

Хороший текст, звук только нужно посовременнее для того, чтобы стрельнуть

Body Don't Luckinn

FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG - Underground Star Boy

Massima & Koda - Character

2seater (feat. COLD1)

2015

Тоска(1st version)

В городе

part 1 МЫСЛИ

улицы меня знают, районы за меня скажут

FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG -  Most Valuable Pirate [THE GRINDE REMIX]

Reviewing the history— Art like I make, even if you see it once, Gets drowned in your browsing history, Swallowed in the feed.
It's pure, sure, but the wrong isomer,
You catering to another type of customer,
The type that bite again and again.
We ain’t in competition,  We just looking for dextro,
not levo-Methamphetamine. More interested in the head high, flooding your mind, Than waking up the sleeping demons In our body, who knows what we’d find?— Just wanna feel good, not be alive.
 You're right, looking for the formula,
The one to transform them all, Make it better even than Walter White. Then again, can you ever make something so wrong Somehow right?
I mean, I'm watching these corporations, Institutions, surveillance nations, Make it purer, more direct, 
But only for one side of the picture,
No mirror to balance and reflect And now everybody looking strung out, Cashing bad checks, Sometimes to survive, And sometimes just to flex.
 Look, I don't wanna die Before y'all recognize my words. I don't want my prophecy To become reality before it's even heard. I don't want the fame From mind games and extortion— I'm just saying, let's prove beauty Can still cut through this distortion.
 I can make a gallery That makes addiction look like worship, I'll put it in a street alley— People can come and pray Even as they forfeit Their right to live life And reject the distortion.
In perfect proportions getting high On self-righteous pride, Will accept donations In equal proportions to the fear you hide.
 Controversial, unconventional Creativity is rarely rewarded— Too antithetical to the propaganda, That shit's costing us a fortune.
I don't only wanna be heard Posthumously. I swear I got some good jokes mixed in— Just take a listen, please humor me.
 Got the candles and the spoons, Got the pipes, got the swag, Got the works on display, The rest in the bag.
Fresh batch, free samples On opening day— Even got Big Pharma to contribute: Thank you for the Opana, the oxy, The medical grade cocaine.
Oh, and we have an extra special exhibit— The new digital interface, The most addictive thing we consume: We make sure it’s always drenching your faces.
 I really wanna make a mark, Make my art make a statement— Start in the alley, Walk through Central Park, Where we will kindly take your donations.
This is the new look of sophistication, Don't matter the harm it do— Just upload what makes you you To the cloud simulation.
That's a start—capture your heart And your information. Not every day a holiday, Like a permanent vacation.

part 1

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