КрасныйКремль, AzerBro - Раздача
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And it's still the same with us
The cue ball covered this eighth floor man
We're on a rush
With the smell of hip hap with the smell of ganja
And it's still the same with us
The cue ball covered this eighth floor man
We're on a rush
With the smell of hip hap with the smell of ganja
And it's still the same with us
The cue ball covered this eighth floor man
We're on a rush
With the smell of hip hap with the smell of ganja
And it's still the same with us
The cue ball covered this eighth floor man
We're on a rush
With the smell of hip hap with the smell of ganja

I wouldn't want to live like this, flying through floors
Past the tangled lies without borrowing time
The rotten regime has shaken the foundation of life to a standstill
Large flakes swirled around the fog, desperately deceitful
And you breathe, relying on our lousy law
Keep the advice of the young there is no reachable peak
A thousand reasons to put off everything until tomorrow for years
I have long forgotten how happy I was with the good weather
Where are my brothers I hope God forgives them
The last fifty dollars on the road means everything is ahead
Forgotten yard with houses and street names
I pass through the districts but without the faces I know
Ganja take me home at night
Ganja, I haven’t walked under the moon for a long time
Ganja misty smoke urka
Ganja I will only stay with you
This is a style in which we have nowhere to grow
There are no pockets in the coffin, you can’t take anything away
I'm the captain of this Boeing
And this Boeing will not leave its course in any way
A quarter of a century behind me
For a quarter of a century there has been cold and hunger in my country
For a quarter of a century, everyone has been promising us something.
But they don't give a fuck, they have horse meat and Coca Cola
The main thing is to continue to believe and continue to do
These verses for brothers will boost your faith
And we are on the side of your ridiculous conversations
You bitch are a master of Torah and I am a master of words
Brotherly heart brotherly circle brotherly table
My streets see fucking bitches fucking tone
Someone wants to put their head in a noose
And to be hip-hop, I don’t smoke your hassle
City in the fog
Everything is in a smoky haze
Nobody will know
Close your shutters
City in the fog
Everything is in a smoky haze
Nobody will know
Close your shutters
We fuck while the city sleeps
Laying texts directly into the monolith
Move so that your head is spinning
We are not enough
Without plans on the plan we will move exactly until the melting
Until they nail the lid over your body
Start the processes, go forward brother
You won't be beautiful to everyone, my friend
The main thing is that your friend doesn’t suddenly turn out to be a freak
Azerbro is in touch
Around the left there are no nearby only brass
And so phrase by phrase we move forward
If only I could reach my dream with my hand
The main thing is not to slow down even if you have no strength
I have no energy because yesterday I partied so hard
A new day opened my eyes, a new fight
Everything will be fine bro, just think with your head

And it's still the same with us
The cue ball covered this eighth floor man
We're on a rush
With the smell of hip hap with the smell of ganja
And it's still the same with us
The cue ball covered this eighth floor man
We're on a rush
With the smell of hip hap with the smell of ganja