Красное Дерево - ГидроГаш ft. Шило
текст песни

Uh, great, Micah, Hee ...
What, type, sit quietly? Come on...
This is Mikhail Cabinetor,
He has his own unique look at things ...
And I am Anton Owker
I cut meat bastards ...

Hop!

The cabinetor is also here,
Right now Zahuyarim Song! ..

When I sober and empty, I turn to the world to the dark side:
Ring the nerves go tips like a cyborg on the face,
Ensure I am angry through the streets of the capital:
Siga for Siga, from mouth blue smoke freeness,
Motion smokey, sharp,
Now I'm better not jumping, gopot and pizdoti from Mesozoic - breaking into the flap.
Grimas Despota - Paul Pot on the soul mirror, carcass light ...
Yes, and the soul itself is stretched by rope, every atom,
Although I am not an anatom, most likely the pathologist,
Running line in the brain of Huyarrit Mat:
"Yybana whitewash, bitches, dicks to you in the mouth! .."
Where are the heads, gash, hydros, cream, or at least plastic? ..
And after that, I, like, should be obedient to power?
Not sure, I will rather put on her.
Deprived sweets, repeated anchor chain and my ship stranded villages,
But I clearly see the goal, so far ...
Accent is not at prices, but on quality, quantity and, most importantly, the presence of
That we are so mercilessly meat and then treat so carefully ...
The lever on the liver is not fatty, which puts the shoulders going towards
All plans moved to the evening ...

And at this time, as if the throat of someone, I squeeze in my hand bills,
I wash myself, I go out, I, I turn on the fool, fool the fool,
Fucked, smoke, do not smoke, I love different varieties, smoke,
Shorter here, smoke, smoke, drink, by whom you heard on the CD,
Sit, do not sit, I will be placed, uncle, I myself -
Not the first year in the system, I know, yes, Lava Take,
In the hands of the thing with color as a bitch Halli Berry,
Ate this shit tons, until he bored, smoked, cooked,
Zhughty sallpiles, tormented themselves, were tormented around themselves,
Became a housing, like Bruce Lee, and even cooler, fucking,
Rosin that hemp, - did not stick rubbish, as problems,
Trabl, friend revenue, then stand up ...
I'll get the pipe - the dialed call: "Anton Owlger"

U, Mija, where did you have before?
And as it was: Mobile calls -
Hooray, Brother Krasnodirevik shouts: "drove on the basis!"
Braza in this scenario and the story Special Respect! ..
N-Sky Avenue, drove jacket to a tattoo,
Not long and I feel exactly in this Moscow ...
Evening, Square, Palm Polyana,
I pull the boring light clubs of good smoke, the slaughter plan - and I am another person
As if someone turned the hourglass, and the time was slowly sprinkled ...
Trees, twilight, river,
Frozen Fisherman's figure,
My friend's hand shook my shoulder:
- Uh, koref, what did you breathe?
- No, well, how else? ..
And in this answer there is neither a microgram of lies ...
In the fresh green grass is lying and rye like a clown on a Manege or as Ali Ji ...
But in the head still string runs for 228,
According to which our spells are too often for the smaller - we will still ask ...

Tuk-Tuk, get up, the court runs!
And here you are in question: questions "for what came here?" - replied,
Autumn leaves will make smart face,
Booked with a hammer and here - before the eyes of the Russian flag ...
Punch below belt, epilogue, point.
My soul, like a soft piece of hashish ...
You cut it with a blade, and I am so hurrying, in a hurry, friendship, family, freedom ...
Forest than before, trembling, in the cop catalog, I smiled you my face ...
But in the summer there was a past, anyway,
Like my deep sighing bitter bitch Merilin Monroe,
Now look, asshole, what strong unity is our:
Anton and Mikhail are strong as a hydropone and gash ...

- I'm sorry, what?
- like hydropone and gash ...
- What, Mich?
- like hydropone and gash ...
- A, well, yes, of course, like a hydropone and gash ...