Лигалайз - Моя Москва
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My Moscow, yes we returned
My Moscow, with a melody for the streets
My Moscow, I am always yours
My Moscow, L. and G. A.

I am from the street with the name Orgunovskaya
Where the sun enters the Ostankino Tower
Where we learned to play basketball at school
And listening to steep rap was already cool then
I remember how I bent my first baseball cap
Having left the lessons to the Samovolka
Here we wandered around the yards as if in Harlem
Backpack and jeans are tight, who is wider than it
Pampered freestylees, depicted gangsters
Video American
Everyone remembered the movement of the hamer
I at the rhyme poured my efforts
To come to life now, this picture is in the track
My area of those days in your decree
My Moscow, which says "A"
That the sun is also waiting for sunset until the morning

My Moscow, yes we returned
My Moscow, with a melody for the streets
My Moscow, read to graffiti
My Moscow, show three fingers
My Moscow, we sing with me
My Moscow, Hands Up the King
My Moscow, I am always yours
My Moscow, L. and G. A.

I saw drug addicts sold their mothers sofas
And after that they died right in the front
People around earned little
Perhaps this saved someone
And we have experienced the couples more than once
And they saw the leaders worse than Pu ...
And for example, brigades from the beginning of the 90s
Brother's brother exterminated like in a halacost
People fled hidden abroad
So that if it is tired of the new return
But returning did not recognize the city
Who loses the rhythm remains overboard
After all, there is a war with the participation of visitors for places
Which every day in Moscow is more than before
Moscow is growing, speaks less on "A"
But also checks for the strength of you

My Moscow, she is like
My Moscow, maybe your other
My Moscow, I don't know the other yet
My Moscow, I devote songs to her
My Moscow, we sing with me
My Moscow, Hands Up the King
My Moscow, I am always yours
My Moscow, L. and G. A.

Moscow slang memorized with cassettes
Draws all over the country from a dozen years
For a long time from Petropavlovsk to Riga
Heard readers as a league
Where respect, in this line the end of the end
Where the whole style goes roots
The past when everything was created
Moscow was built and did not give up
Napoleon tried to abuse
I found out on the neck how we can fight
The Germans did not go weakly
After all, the whole country with Moscow got up in one
My grandfather was wounded and yours probably
So that we remember these examples
My Moscow
You are left alone in the capital

My Moscow...
My Moscow...
My Moscow...
My Moscow...
My Moscow...
My Moscow, yes we returned
My Moscow, with a melody for the streets
My Moscow, I am always yours
My Moscow, L. and G. A.