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@danielmrjn6 жыл бұрын
respect from finland!
@kroppzar26969 жыл бұрын
2016 ja muutund pole ikka sittagi.
@dagod993 жыл бұрын
Originaalne
@sulanewd489110 жыл бұрын
2014 ja muutund pole ikka sittagi.
@sssurg3 жыл бұрын
2021 ning sama seis ...😐
@georgroosalo94779 жыл бұрын
2015 ja läks veel sitemaks. Eestis iseenesest pole midagi hullu, aga ootame veel 10 aastat ja vaatame siis!
@ottsumerian5616 жыл бұрын
Pat Rick: Solvus räigelt Georg Roosalu Kommentaari peale. Valus laps. :P
@asdasdasd590003 ай бұрын
Hah
@mememememitroking9 жыл бұрын
Kovaa settii, vaikken mitää ymmärrä
@silverparakad2 жыл бұрын
Vana Hirm on kuld
@boneDJurij10 жыл бұрын
can't understand a word but the beat and flow is great!! Pozdro from Poland :D
@r2pihunnik5 жыл бұрын
two, double zero and four have not changed shit back corners full of drunkards and early matures the same faces in the telepurg just changed views freedom, fraternity was defeated, the show continues with a new order drying linen on the edge of the balcony, cats and pigeons, broken benches time may move forward, but these things remain the same in my picture nothing moves - here on the outskirts only life-throwers and thugs and blue-skinned pagodas occasionally a few quarters of the bulldozer leveling to open a new super center nothing much shakes the residents of this area long plans no one makes and screams - davai, davai filthy but calm, unchanging harmony enough t-boy aut, chapter 2, street symphony to speak of city noise as a ghost dog a quiet, hypnotically sick laugh which chips, crunches somewhere in your gut a symphonic echo screams in your brain what started with the tin barrel has become a new scale drill hole in the rough street culture with this story I show meaningless hatred, stupidity and parade tyrant, castrated castrated castrates in a stereotypical society no one respects the individual I'll introduce you to the caste, your new hospital camp bury cheap depression in a plastic bottle it is as wise to believe in terror as the truth a place no one gives - everyone just takes, takes drama and comedy intertwine - I'm all over now these words the broad owl to him, I will inherit this is a symphony for you ... my dear streets I hear hard steps, I see dark souls strolling through streets and quarters everyone's eyes are empty and their hearts are locked survival here is a trip through the cadre, whose number of strokes depends on steal and power and the greatest sufferers cannot ask for justice why so you ask .. permission i will answer because noble capitalists shit, which foresees that the soul of man is a business plan if he disagrees, who cares here are the small feathers in the vault and the big feathers in the translation the rest of the miserable run by the barefoot so that the soles are bloody and fresh air is asthma everyone is sick, but they have no health insurance fund a vicious circle that empties the basket's deposits here in the streets, the princes abduct beggars.
@boneDJurij4 жыл бұрын
@@r2pihunnik wooow thanks! its been some time and i just run into this track again :)