Alexy Krasniy's "Green Grey" Part

My rap post is nothing but an eco-product, just arrived to interfere. I'm off, master stop, boiling water, stop. I'm going crazy ever since the first bit in the U.S. Beat, beat, bap-bap, the street of great love. Beat, beat, bap-bap, beat, beat, bap-bap. Beat, beat, bap-bap, the street of great love. Start the recording, dig up the tank, damn it, from the street. Rap music there where firmly, heavily asleep. Kick out one more, old man, and we'll slowly head home, messed up. Beat, beat, bap-bap, the street of great love. Start the recording, dig up the tank, damn it, from the street. Rap music there where firmly, massively asleep. Kick out one more, old man, and we'll slowly head home, messed up. Fasten your seatbelts, load up, indeed, the true hatch with him. When the running and gunfire, outbursts of anger along with the piqued. Meaningless life, relentlessly, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat. What is unforgivable, abhorrent, from time immemorial. People gazed into the distance, truly lovely, afraid, you are genuine. On his own land, the true one does not look toward the steppe's dock. Against the backdrop of Lauri's music and easy listening. Intense flow, do not exterminate, all is truly so. This is a characteristic of replica ticketing. These are the fundamental principles of all street disciplines. Like a sparkling champagne glass, this center gleams. Be careful, dad, they're acting like officials here. Those already fiercely trained are tense with the sound of mercilessness. Time of difficult, silvery stream. Someone's background was born generous above the dwellings. Love and the streets...