Лёша Джей - Громкая лада
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Me and my gang. Where we go? Don't know. Somewhere
Fuck louder, friend
Takes a loud fret into us into the distance, sit down, roll
On gasoline, how much is - pass
Feel like Bugatti
Tell you where you are, loud fret on the roads roll
Boomer, do not dislike
If the bumper falls off, right in the face
The car rests on screeds, the exhaust is fraught
And what, a. But not on credit, yes
Mom says:
- Why did you seal the windows, son? You are now like a bandit
Dad Gvarit:
- The lower the car, the son, the pussy the view
The back stand knocks. The music is more louder so as not to hear this damn creak
The car is crumbling while the panchat
Doors on the hinges sagged - you need to cook
Someone shouted that Lada is garbage
Type, not roomy nihuya
This is a controversial question - what to load
Personally in our trunk - Saba stand and it's like a magnet
It is worth hearing once - and beckons right away
Everyone at once wants to cut off a sabik for themselves
And not just a boom-boom, but to crush
To hell with your opinion about the protection
Although the car is pouring out, it drags confidently
For the kid, the car is what you need is a loud fret
Me and my gang. Where we go? Don't know. Somewhere
Fuck louder, friend
Takes a loud fret into us into the distance, sit down, roll
On gasoline, how much is - pass
Feel like Bugatti
Tell you where you are, loud fret on the roads roll
To Aksai. To Aksaya TPG
The traffic police slow down. What do you need?
- Make it quieter, Lada will crumble
To Aksai. To Aksaya TPG
And again the traffic police, fuck, well, what do you need?
- After 11, you do not need to crush
01 on the rooms of nah
And at the moment we did not need cops
The slippers presses on the floor, cool, dude
You can’t catch us even on your Fords
Foreigneds are struck in the cabin, a turbine Chinese is exporting
We fly quietly at GSK
Red-blue crowd will pass by us
You believe - no, but so always so
On the road you are either them or you
Endless struggle, if caught - trouble
Put in the face on the floor - they say, sniff asphalt
The generator must be changed
Lada constantly asks for money, b -mother
But for the kid, the car is what you need
This is a loud fret
Me and my gang. Where we go? Don't know. Somewhere
Fuck louder, friend
Takes a loud fret into us into the distance, sit down, roll
On gasoline, how much is - pass
Feel like Bugatti
Tell you where you are, loud fret on the roads roll
To Aksai. To Aksaya TPG
The traffic police slow down. What do you need?
- Make it quieter, Lada will crumble
To Aksai. To Aksaya TPG
And again the traffic police, fuck, well, what do you need?
- After 11, you do not need to crush