Пашка Бекет, Tolyasha Prod - Чёткий
текст песни

Here you really swear on the mat while lying on your shoulder blades
Bitch, everyone lie down, fuck in the front door
Two rings on the wrists and a term for happiness
I saw this life through the bars and the scum there
You know there is dirt and dust on the road to God
And I’m unlikely to get there, bro, there are horns in my sides
And in the wild like storms, blizzards, rain and slush
And my gray area makes me cry
Joy on the poster in bulk, tobacco and greens
Chester with no smoking in the deck and shadow people
A spindle from everyday life, strangling the bastard's life
And only this sound rocks, it is my companion in life
Strata ospreys hit the eyes, I press on the gas, braz
This infectious sound hits the bottom
We wrapped this up for our people, this is not a butcher
This is a product of underground culture
Here is Tolyasha Production and Becket Pashka
Listen, Aunt Fate, where the fuck are you going?
To a convoy with Kalash guns, to a window with bars
It’s dark in the paddy wagon, you can hear the sound of rosary beads
Here is Tolyasha Production and Becket Pashka
Listen, Aunt Fate, where the fuck are you going?
To a convoy with Kalash guns, to a window with bars
It’s dark in the paddy wagon, you can hear the sound of rosary beads
Here is Tolyasha Production and Becket Pashka
Listen, Aunt Fate, where the fuck are you going?
To a convoy with Kalash guns, to a window with bars
It’s dark in the paddy wagon, you can hear the sound of rosary beads
The culture of these streets is twisted by the police
By prior conspiracy by a group of persons
And this group of people did not fall from a cloud
The street led them, raised them from the basements
Someone will jump off early, heal the wounds
Who will disappear from the radar in Israel over time?
The authorities will relax the buns, but for now
We are seeing changes from under the hood
What can I say now
I didn't trust anyone
Now pieces of the soul are being torn out by losses
Whenever, you and I will no longer be together
And the street will bring up new people like you
Tolyasha and Pashka respect everyone who is ours
To whom the concept of a boy is no less important
Overboard bitches, whores, doubts and falsehoods
Shake off the dandruff on the dick and move on
It's ok for us to treat our heels with my brother
Twist the system and their orders
Collect a parcel with goodies for the boys who are not timid
There, where there is a column of smoke and the knocking of rosary beads is heard
Here is Tolyasha Production and Becket Pashka
Listen, Aunt Fate, where the fuck are you going?
To a convoy with Kalash guns, to a window with bars
It’s dark in the paddy wagon, you can hear the sound of rosary beads
Here is Tolyasha Production and Becket Pashka
Listen, Aunt Fate, where the fuck are you going?
To a convoy with Kalash guns, to a window with bars
It’s dark in the paddy wagon, you can hear the sound of rosary beads