Каспийский Груз - Still Болен feat. Хатын
текст песни

[Weighing]
This is the Caspian cargo. Khatyn. I Still Ballin '.

Still sick of this game
In the head are direct
For the sinel device, best in winter
I'll leave the jacket than she put a pussy

She asked the hut - found what hitched
I recognize who - I will arrange the same mess
And I also give up hardly,
How to call in 02, learn, fuck, whether everything is fine there

And the day in the magnetol "Seven thousand above Earth"
Such is our share: hide the corpse in the water
In giving, in the morning there is a part home
Mostly put it with a blanket than putting a pussy

And for my life two discontent:
Door wooden and uninvited guests
And every time to fall to me
So as if every time you bis, fucking, ask

And weighing it knew that these walls hear
Weighing clever, weighing nebenin
And to climb hands for life with such zeal
You just need to shoot your knees

Chorus - 2 times
[Weighing]
I'm still sick. I Still Ballin '
I'm still sick. I Still Ballin '
I'm still sick. I Still Ballin '
Ballin ', Ballin', Ballin ', Ballin'

[Khatyn]
I'm tired - how much can you smoke?
Spit found on a stone, I know that life will not happen twice
I do not want to be planted for theft
Nikita, but he pressed the REPLAY and will not ignite it

Among the high-rise buildings for buying and selling
Potzanov plant, not a layer because of the shit everything that I got
Someone will condemn me and says
What I went for loot. You are real, yes, but drive Laude

Basic for those whores that you suck for a fashionable gadget
How do you remove them for a bouquet of daisies?
What will your mom say,
When will you find out that you pizdish money from her bag and spend on Gashik?

I'm not ready to put a point, keep writing
With his corona handwriting. Each night I turn off the TV
Under the rubber window, someone's black geege
Fartit again Fardite again: there is no evidence, in the department neither without exterc

Short way to the top Without Daniters, someone stayed, someone merged
Other blizzard, and the plan did not come true
One managed, I was drowned by another - he almost sat down
Now the belt wants to know what he got there

White chalk draws tags on the walls
Let the garbage shake my term, and the fucked the system
In any case, you need to know the measure, even in the scam
Either get into the cutting doors or in black Merin

Chorus - 2 times
[Gross]
I'm still sick. I Still Ballin '
I'm still sick. I Still Ballin '
I'm still sick. I Still Ballin '
Ballin ', Ballin', Ballin ', Ballin'

[Gross]
I am the old participant of street fighting
Circle Warhug, enemy in ravine
Before sharpening, butterfly, darkness
Now shirt, butterfly, fracture

But I'm still sick of this game
When I'm going for someone, and someone for me
And I am ready to be negative, but the hero
And for his standing near, when it is hard for them

I'm afraid only tickles and be late
Worn to sleep, but not the funds back
I would realty on the sheets of Franklin to one hundred
The scheme is simple: to be on the lips until tired

And I will not be surprised or amazed,
When the bullet is amazed
And while I am dangerous and armed,
Then a couple of widows a couple of your former wives

I wish us more friends, less understandable
Caspian cargo in all ports
And I wish you, Khatyn
After death, too, to produce hits

Chorus - 2 times
[Weighing and gross]
I'm still sick. I Still Ballin '
I'm still sick. I Still Ballin '
I'm still sick. I Still Ballin '
Ballin ', Ballin', Ballin ', Ballin'