Леша Маэстро, Жаман - Жигулевское
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Jaman:
In the yards, in the spring, patients under the Zhigul,
The girls arrive, bend their horse.
It's nice and okay, we are so blaspheming,
Zhigulevskoye and Zhiguli, Zhiguli with us.
Plastic containers, very drunken headlights,
Behind the catch on the kiosks attack like Tatars.
Hackers varnish boobs, sticking in Monica,
Doctors prohibit drinking, but even drink hypertension.
From Gene Tonik - corrodes brains,
From the Zhigul - it costs x*th and the nipples stick out,
Even the shapes of a girl, flat like boards,
They will become more pleasant and round near Zhigulevsky.
E*is an international booze,
Three kilograms in the furnace - the stomach is convex.
Even immigrants in plastic bottles are being taken,
Immigrants in the porridge on the floor with the back of the head.

And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, eh, we have blasphemy.
And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, we have blasphemy.

And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, uncle, we have blasphemy.
And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys ... we have a blasphemy

Lesha maestro:
Everyone drinks Zhigul, from small to great,
On holidays, in the porches, Sasha, Kolya, Vika,
Yes fucking*th, fuck what is anyone's name,
Zhigul is a standard, so they drink it.
And this is not a cow's milk for you
About Zhigul they say: "To health!"
Under him a positive, Zhigul is a normal brewery,
I drank one and a half -toe and take off the girls with bras.
Dance, dance, from the heart,
Lada drinks all nations, even Latvians,
And this is really normal rubbish
- mold a glass of Zhigul.
- Yes without B, Sanya.
In kiosks, in supermarkets, in grocery,
Zhigul the most popular product Stopudovo.
Again with boys on a studio in the courage,
Zhigulevskoye drink in the garage.

And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, eh, we have blasphemy.
And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, we have blasphemy.

And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, uncle, we have blasphemy.
And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys ... we have a blasphemy

You are a major, homeless or prostitute,
Unemployed or paste a day in a day,
You buy in glass or one and a half,
I know you love Lada, the rest of the poop.
Do not pull the bro, we stretch out the glass,
Being killed in the trash, the bitches are put to the tonsils.
I am without prostatitis Type and obscene boor,
Call the chicks, forever lonely and drunk,
Now I pour Lada, pour your whiskey,
After a shock the pussy and show me the boobs,
Do not break, I say, Lada is liberating,
I am an extremely reasonable person, I don’t get into you.
Wow, wow, wow, Jupy You, Jupy to her,
Drink yourself fuck, and pour in the lads.
The aroma of the Urals, Zhigul is a cool,
X*y as a tin and excellent chair

And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, eh, we have blasphemy.
And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, we have blasphemy.

And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, uncle, we have blasphemy.
And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys ... we have a blasphemy

And the Tagil product is drunk in cities,
What kind of fucking heineken are we our wild boars?
We are guys from the Urals, not from Amsterdam,
Lada, like Audi, does not need advertising.
Here is Philip, Kostya, Sanya and Lesha,
All boys near Zhigulevsky, clap their hands.
All the girls are beautiful, we raise skirts,
We cling to the types, like prostitutes.
You will continue to download our purchases,
So far in the Lada circle and shit in a pipette,
If you were an athlete, rapper, a tram driver,
Participant of the second house - pour.
Lada, like money, brother, does not exist much,
There was just Pak - OP - run for new ones,
You can drink a lot, the main thing is not to fall,
Ask me that the Urals drink this summer.

And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, eh, we have blasphemy.
And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, we have blasphemy.

And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys, uncle, we have blasphemy.
And the whole Urals drinks Zhigul,
We are simple boys ... we have a blasphemy