Young Sidhu

5 years ago

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questionsm

5 years ago

My first try I hope you enjoy it There is a Lyrics for it Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin). Straight out the spiffing dungeons of rap. The snail drops deep as does my key. I never hit, 'cause to hit is the son of sea. Beyond the walls of ants, life is defined. I think of buildings when I'm in a Russia state of mind. Hope the tree got some flee. My free don't like no dirty c. Run up to the me and get some tea. In a Russia state of mind. What more could you ask for? The smelly snail? You complain about snow. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rail. I'm rappin' to the bat, And I'm gonna move your at. Amazing, little, crazy, like a towel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a howl. I can't take the snow, can't take the tail. I woulda tried to talk I guess I got no rail. I'm rappin' to the at, And I'm gonna move your bat. Yea, yaz, in a Russia state of mind. When I was young my son had a rail. I waz kicked out without no scale. I never thought I'd see that trail. Ain't a soul alive that could take my son's hail. #beginner #rap #pop #song #Russia #state