Капа - Я За Пацанов
текст песни

I am for the boys who did not leave God,
But whom the authorities
Black suit is closed by gray scum
Such a time, these dogs are mocking the elasticity
There is nowhere to fall, imperial laws,
But there are loopholes, there are brothels
Boys ran from the zone, on the heels ???
The smell of gunpowder in the sky is dead
Boys in the wild are wandering without sensing legs
Soon mother will see her face, familiar to pain
All the cops next to the search detachment
Almost poked in the back of the muzzle of a machine gun
And when the hut calms down after the shmon
Life of outside the law continues
Behind the boys are proven
Meriences are moving confidently under my rap

It’s really not to buy a kid from scum,
Like Galimy Viskar from infusion from Asia!
It’s really not to buy a kid from scum,
Like Galimy Viskar from infusion from Asia!

All the labyrinths of the metropolis lead to the bottom of the swamp
On the streets of Bosota divides zones according to calculations
Losing heads in blood and then
I leave the scar in the body of the question: who are you?
Call me Tesak from the city of IOE
On the wire of Samara, the kapa in the annals of the walls
Our loops of smuggling outside the system are clogged
We are in the denial of everything that you crammed with veins
Valyna's poems kill the mess of the world
Correctly Tesak understand your son!
It's not to score, it's a matter of knocking out banks
When you have weight on the streets, the ranks are not important
By the Code you erase the edits, cutting off the chains
Light the fire of freedom and let the wind swell
Inflating the sails of a flying Dutchman
Sing the melody of tramps and adventures!

It’s really not to buy a kid from scum,
Like Galimy Viskar from infusion from Asia!
It’s really not to buy a kid from scum,
Like Galimy Viskar from infusion from Asia!

Do not play with fire, do not disturb the beast
I am not entered into a circle of trust, I will show on the door I
What you sow, then you will
Do not throw your own, otherwise you will guess on the knife
Be careful a kid, red fierce
Avoided articles, don't get across a bullet
Life on the run promises life on the run
To whom old Lada, who black Tahoe
Conspiracy, encryption in bazaars
Dark glasses in expensive frames
I am a life player is given alone, a kid with us God
Prosecutor Satan
Not my fault, but his thirst for money
Behind me is the kid, I have an old phenik
Palm presses the cross to the chest
For boys Musaras Middle Right!
I did not hang out in the pop, did not write with Maxim
I want you to taste the master's rap
If I poured kerosene through the streets
And in my hand a jamb how do I extinguish it
Hey the guy stop,
Do not look at me like a bull at the red fabric
I am not at the face, I get rid of
I am still the same, I still live
Studio, taverns, a little dump
From the Volga River Boys, Shpan, Croils
Maps, tea on a table, nishtyaki
We are all in this life tramps, travelers
I bought left xiva, bought with Murki
A beautiful Deluga Case Potter
What to say there, we go under one god
The main thing is alive, healthy and free
Well, what they drove!

It’s really not to buy a kid from scum,
Like Galimy Viskar from infusion from Asia!
It’s really not to buy a kid from scum,
Like Galimy Viskar from infusion from Asia!