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I see smoke brother, everywhere cars are pipe
How life was dilled in Urban
We need to rush, but we are stupidly lying
Do you want to have time to cut turbojet

The streets breathe music, I hear their pulse
In exchangers, everything is as usual, a low course
I found my niche, Otchushin sadness
Diss game for kids, write and let
You are also scorched as a meek cloak
Windows are full of cigarettes, boxes with getting used
Stone forest charters and tons of instructions
Quarters, floors of reinforced concrete structures
Where they hang out, in the entrances where they blow and rub
Boys from the streets are not conducted on a pink tone
These windows will not fool and do not touches the topics
While you did a demo there, we made bullets
All these groups of one -day one will then disappear
Come on, you're not a girl, squeeze the catapult
Rewind your life, press like a remote control
Do not forget your essence, don't turn it into a cult
I climb the asphalt here, I wash my paws
And you sit on sites, on the dial
I give this cap to all cities and districts
Kyiv, Kharkov, St. Petersburg, Moscow and your Maan

I see smoke brother, everywhere cars are pipe
How life was dilled in Urban
We need to rush, but we are stupidly lying
Do you want to have time to cut turbojet

The city of winds wrapps the body in cold concrete
He wraps around our life as a hungry python
Huge King Kong, we are like a desktop ping every day
Remember the PIN code or forget about the laws of locks
Normal joke to fly high
It remains only to do in a year, evil tongues do not have enough brains
Lets Gow Brachoo, I do not hide faces in masks
We visit Moskow more often than ancestors in the country
Strong black, cars, on tests
The first three transmissions to soak into the clouds
*** Plus a huge screen
Leninsky, summer cottage, strike, not green ponds
Temples on the hills, grams on hand again
You can not delve into if you suddenly do not buzz the city
Peter and Moscow, Kyiv and here in chorus
We move hip-hap friendship for centuries Voraaaa

I see smoke brother, everywhere cars are pipe
How life was dilled in Urban
We need to rush, but we are stupidly lying
Do you want to have time to cut turbojet

City of bright contrasts, disputes, rage, routes
I am a person, I don't believe present a passport
In the labyrinths of stations, dirty dances again
Metro-Zhodo, even Spaniards would go awesome
Rasta *** man, from the player of the rhythm of Bob Marley
Fingers slide, on the wood of the guitar vulture
Rhymes, essays of days, in all the edges of a round ball
Fly faster than thousands of large corsers
City City where people cook like shrimp
Spider-city weaves a web with a ringing coin
The cardinal points separate the drawing from darkness
The cities of the cast is blind, he cannot buy our dreams
Human *** words flow like sharp lashes
The ruble who loves first, the dollar was caught on the network
But do not have time to scrap them a heritage of retail
With a new verse, I climbed onto the scene for the fraternity

The trees hugged like old friends
Clouds wander over them in all directions
Whiter of milk, the city of a cold giant
But even in December, the sun Jah Jah gives us