Noel Gourdin – Fresh

[Verse 1, Marik Marakesh]:
Girls and boys, as well as their parents
Would you like to hammer on a bulik, on a water driver?
Here are the winners ‘bongos, the tamers’ pickets
For hemp and wilted, we are the main pests
Like woodpeckers in a red cap, we hammer in a dirty sweater
Fucking parachutes and sigging from fighters
Where there are pros there are amateurs, I’m a black pale-faced
And you haven’t seen me and I highlighted the whole slingshot
Cheerful faces, elephants, cheetahs, lionesses
Pass in a circle, I want to be here
Don’t just get angry, I’m a little killer
When we smoke in a gang – I can’t stop
Here the overlords, I don’t like it – suck
my legs back cellulite
You saw the smoke, you are not alone, you are wearing a mask – you are an
idiot. Afraid of an epidemic, and I am afraid of yours * damn
They smoked the staff, in the eyes of the visins, someone smokes Vaseline
Come on, pull on quickly, there’s a crowd, you’re not alone
Kill yourself , kill your ardor, someone
twisted my eyelids Pull-pull another napas, courage and the trace is gone
I will grow myself a mustache, then I will throw them on the scales
Wow, fuck, 50 kg, I’m the strongest in the yard
No, mustache – this is a show-off, let’s smoke my hair
And then what about fucking me , let the fucking be in my mouth brains
And you rip it off, then burn it, check it, screw it
up with a pin Fall asleep and boldly set it on fire, then take it and tighten it
Hold-hold and let it go , and then open the bridges.
This is a clear x * ynya, you pass? Pass by

[Chorus, MarikMarakesh]:
From the South-West roads and to bulvarskih towers
to convey greetings to someone now! ** e shit
I have prepared this stuff, let me povyazhut
But we smoked, smoke Schmal and will continue to smoke

[Chorus, Crash]:
From Southwest roads and up to the boulevard towers
Say hello to the one who is f ** king now
I prepared this stuff, let them tie me up
But we smoked, smoke shmallow and we will continue to smoke

[Verse 2, Crash]:
I took the bazooka in my hand, knock , a bunch, falls from the hands
The panel lathered up with soap, I smoke everything nice
Dust in my eyes, where is the tear that fell
Near sweaty anal, little chocolate
And I love hazelnuts, knock on the door, who can check
Maybe Aibolit brought us smoke
Or we lay down the swine flu on our shoulder blades
After a sensible heel, take away the money
Here everything is smooth, shove, the pork mushroom
You are killed and I am killed, but not by you, but by fucking with marijuana
My staff, like a windbreak, like a titmouse in the clouds
Like you are splashed, nah, I have an
ultrasound machine You are not a booze here, hey, a Georgian, make me a pancake
Preferably with a ham, just don’t step into it.
Otherwise, I’ll give it to your belly or throw a melon and watermelon.
White long road , spreads on the bag strictly
Twist it into a pipe, pull it into a nostril, how cute is that
Mom fed garlic for dinner, I thought it was all fucking
But there is a sensible effect from it orbits
Bring the marafet to the new year, Santa Claus will give you
Candy, someone laugh, someone a bump or a teddy bear

Maybe a gnome or a spider, hey, swallow, where are you flying?
Tell the turtle to buy us shirts.
Taught him to run fast, like Buddhist monks.
Just so that the navel does not come loose, life is not easy without the navel.
Maybe we can raise it a little? Hey, lads, slaughter
incinerate, pull and exhales
Life is so beautiful, because only live once
so let’s live honestly, suckers put in place
Case Wizard afraid we padik all smokes
Bulik, pipettes, darts methane aptly
Write the note, stafchik accurate

[ Chorus, Marik Marakesh]:
From the Southwest Roads to the Boulevard Towers
Say hello to whoever is f ** king now
I have this stuff ready, let me be tied
But we smoked, we smoke shmallow and we will smoke further

[Chorus, Crash]:
From the Southwestern Roads to the Boulevard Towers
Say hello to whoever is f ** king now
I prepared this stuff, let them tie me up
But we smoked, we smoke shmalle and we will continue smoking

[Verse 3, Anq]: The
magic of words for boys, all districts, all courtyards of
Big and small cities, for ladies and for bitches
We will brighten up your leisure, whom the musician has not stuck
In tights, let them piss, let them not piss
These lines only joy, even for the
one whose lip is torn, from a smile in the whole mouth
When the cold comes or dries when wildly
In the mouth like Africa, the staff’s locker, mineral water
I stomp through the streets, courtyards and entrances
I read rap quickly, but not a super-star
I love locomotives, but I loved trains
Without shame and conscience – red eyes
The TV channel does not broadcast our voices
This maza is for you, brother, if the heating is inserted immediately
We are not pop and not swine flu
And it will not soon be on TV to see our video
Moscow never sleep, Minsk is also stuck
On the waste at the microphone – Bob Marley prototype

[Chorus, MarikMarakesh]:
From the Southwestern Roads to the Boulevard Towers
Say hello to the one who is f * * shit
I have prepared this stuff, let them tie me up.
But we smoked, we smoke schmal and will continue to smoke

[Chorus, Crash]:
From the Southwestern Roads to the Boulevard Towers
Say hello to the one who is f ** king now
I prepared this stuff, let me be tied up
But we smoked, we smoke schmal and will continue to smoke