Back to Bled.

Yo! The aut'jour we bédavait the Roche-Bobois fell off the truck with the lads téci, what quiet, listening to 2Pac integral (they tear grave of his race, the skeud). But Frelot and his pals not stop us inflate them to be left watching the latest Zara Whites on Sony fell from the truck (another). P ..., I tell them, since qu'vous are thrown from college, you do that the squatter turne. Can not worry, darken fissa to Carrouff for taxing Deves? A bedo later return of bushels. Almost nothing could coring, the Schmitts everywhere. And it takes me anything, the dwarf? A book! yeah, a book! Ah, shame, before the Tepos too folder! How j'te have not maravé. Chouf title, chouf the title! it said between strokes latte. The dabe showed up, saw the book and gave the tour to another gol. Well, I took the book to cram a Gadje. And here I mate the title: BLED what was marked in big. Serious, BLED! The bacon, it was not all wrong. Has just tôlé on the title, thought it was back to Bled. Coursed by the cops, you do not have much time to read, especially when you do not know. I waited to be alone and I opened the book, and there, too stuffed serious, words everywhere, but everywhere. And I just picked up. Rappers, there, singers, Mitos race, that's where they all suck. Too easy to rhyme, there's whole columns. How serious j'te gets off Bled. We will mount a rap group with jokers, it'll tear with texts. Already found a beginning;
Still would it take my knowing
That this was tassepé findus!
Yo, man, YO!