Ак-47 - Ак Ак
текст песни

What, what, what, what, what
E, e, e
Yo
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AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
This is an AK-47!
AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
What? Yo! This is an AK-47! E
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Everyone wants to break off a bigger piece
The wallet is fatter, the mother-in-law is hiding the salary
It will be tougher, approved by the Ministry of Health
Plastic is healthy, don't be afraid, baby, the AK-47 is nearby
Everything is tip-top while we're inflating
Fired up all around: pit bulls are barking at our heels
The capital of drugs—those in the know, know
What's going on here—Mosfilm doesn't represent
Lyudka and Tamarka, washcloths are whistling
In clubs, bars are raising cans of mineral water
This is a Russian machine gun, get into our rhythms
Be careful if you're not expecting a paycheck
Don't get into a rut, paint pictures
Inhaling the smoke of a city named Katerina
I adore girls, but I'm not Nikita Malinin
At about thirteen, I was so naive Imagine this
The Kalashnikov is loaded with style instead of bullets
Who did you pump up? What are you, like, Don Capone?
Bruce Willis's brother? Chuck Norris's step-grandfather?
Your girlfriend is going to be banged out in a magazine with three of them.
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AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
It's an AK-47!
AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
What? Yo! It's an AK-47! E
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To everyone who knows the AK-47
T-shirt and stereo system check
Opa-opa, America, Europe
My rap isn't for trash or thugs
But for the guys who puff
Don't chatter away, rip off other guys
Sell, buy, drink with girls
They break hard stuff, don't fall asleep under the speed limit
Don't bother with any bullshit
They turn around in oncoming traffic, turn on women
They don't sweat the stash, they have a Belomor
A bottle of BonAqua between the seats
They can't always shit ten bucks
When you're cornered, and the traffic police are tailgating you
And flash your lights near the Polytechnic –
That's when the guys weren't laughing
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AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
It's an AK-47! AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
What? Yo! It's an AK-47! E
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I didn't think about it, I didn't guess—I just drank mineral water
I used to smoke Plan and Kent, I wore Adidas
Even though my outfit was a bit Negro-ish
I'm an ordinary guy, my neighborhood is Berezovsky
I calmly explain to everyone:
My name is Max, this is AK-47
Not musicians or poets—just those in the know
I haven't made a music video and I'm not chasing a Grammy, yay
Hands up, smoking kids
Love mom, dad, rap, and loud 9s
I love weed, even though I'm not from the dacha
I made and drew a Kalashnikov with a frame
AK—arrogance beyond the shoulder straps
Will not abandon you in trouble: tested at the firing ranges
And straight as a bat, not a single sod to my name
Yeah, I like to laugh, but my name is not Pasha Will
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AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
It's an AK-47!
AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
What? Yo! It's an AK-47! E
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All your friends are calling each other
If you don't have unlimited data, the guys will call you back
They don't know who Vyacheslav Butusov is
They download videos to each other via Bluetooth
They love Japanese sports cars
Where the windshields are tinted and the tires are wide
Alloy wheels, they're just simple guys
Clad in Adidas, warmed up with horse meat
Bun, Nokia 6-6-00
I don't give a shit, I got it for a ruble and a half
They eat hot dogs surrounded by people at night
In the summer, they're trying to decide how to get to Sochi
Or Gelendzhik, or Tuapse
Loo Nizhneye, Lazarevskoye
Go to the Krasnodar Krai
But don't forget about your native Ural Mountains! Sit near GUM, take a photo of where the State Duma is
On Sulimova cinema, skate, theater, drama
Pioneer - shmal, khimar - Khimmash
Studio - Elmash, mafia - Uralmash
Bebelya - gypsies and cheap quiche
There's a club further away where you constantly jump
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AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
This is an AK-47!
AK-AK, AK-AK, AK-AK
What? Yo! This is an AK-47! E