Singer: Studio GREK

Thousands of fights I spent on it
Thousands of enemies went to the scrap yard
They all tried to kill me
But are unable to penetrate the armor.
(Well, only sauslito)
Speed small, but the armor with a vengeance,
Not every time strikes me gold, (Yes)
And if the top gun caught me,
You know buddy you are screwed.
(Well, you know who I am).

Proudly in public chat throws: - Folder dragged!
I have these words already nervously lit a cigarette.
Open results, many have thrown Artouche,
One hundred thirty-five HEPA - Well, Yes! Dragged brah!
Dragged look dragged dragged.
Dragged bratuha
Bro on Artouche dragged
One hundred thirty-five hapa, he dragged
Folder just dragged, dragged bro...


Studio GREKПротанкуй, brother!

Then as the smoke and we fly forward,
Fat under a hail of ricochets rushing to the base to him.
We sidefiles, and then shoot, count, garbage,
The German arrives in the two thousand of his Horse.
Account 14:13 - two of us, the horse one
Of course, I shoty, but we need to correct.
The food in the corner, shot - hit
bomb the horse does not leave me a chance of survival.
Resentment klatsat teeth, but the battle look
Our red Art in the corner pulls on the draw
The barrel drives around, shoots at random
Chance in a million - he was hit by a shell.


Studio GREKПротанкуй, brother!

I'm back to the weaving, brother, Protocol,
He told me in the chat writes: "Sarifah!",
- You have HEPA two thousand, to love, to dig,
Weaving monotonously replies, "don't Care".
Have a trunk, just tag him
Nagibatorov, the Fighter for me, schA we'll give them.
German is not cut in all this is how hypnosis,
Pushing a hundred estesc tank of the engine!
Protocol, brother, Protocol kui-kui, Protocol!

Conscience pressed, bold climbs Board
Not reduced, shot back, stubborn sheep,
We lit up out of the ditch parse database,
By 9:10, started feeling better immediately.
First, the biomass is sort of surrounded,
But something just below the back probably played.
Put LT on the base, and kept his nose to the wind,
In short, everything is new, yuzaniya pump.

In the corner of the map krasnica art beat,
as the phallus behind the barn is E 100 - a freak.
So all of our staff, a vigorous bike
a strip of grip increases, and no glare.
I start in the chat to roll a hundred
- Well come home, wiggle your ass,
- Only you look out, Shine and back
Even German does not move your fat ass.
- Yes, you have health exactly a couple of thousand,
smetanichi, shot down and efficiency will increase.
- Landmine they plummet majority splash.
- Protocol, Protocol, bro.

Deer together on the flank of a bunch of broken off
In two minutes I merged, and we were left alone.
And chatting away: "Morons, three sheep...",
We bite the bullet and suffer, we just because of the ban.
On the Skil three frags, Zelenka rasouli,
Polovogo ISA and two PT bent.
The score is 5:10 and someone is already taking database,
A little hit - we add gas.


Studio GREKПротанкуй, brother!computer games

Yo, mother, and Shaw to us, the extras necessary?
Silver insane, and the same experience also.
Get achivki and drag statku up
But if you're a noob, merge quickly and scolded Weber.
So, riding our platoon - three loyal friend
Nagibatorov, Fighter and Prosecute.
Our efficiency is the result of skill, not luck,
Sometimes we are even afraid on the next map.