Сережа Местный ft. ПоСтандарту,Блант - Хирурги
текст песни

This country is fog and animals.
But your ship will be thrown into the cliffs,
Fanfares are trumpeted to you, you turn off the headlights,
Under a quiet moan, you release a couple of a couple.
Couples, it will share the floors, this fraternal love
I know who, how to whistle when the cap-cap,
Mettes metels, we froze, but continued to sang,
The days of the week are coming, we continue to steal!
Many weights were burnt at these nights
No need toal, I'm not 100, give me 200
This is Volgograd House, Volga- Local Together.
Songs in a monotonous wild sound,
I am so wild, wildly sweat.
This hip-hop, surgeons will not cut off their hands,
When you feel on the wire you are knocking hearts

On the standards: what was there, they didn’t see the current, they saw a lot
Torn fate, wound floors,
Well, what is happening in those places where there is no God,
You, well, if I have not seen this, then show me.
On sidewalks, in the yards, home and huts
From miserable tears and outskirts, to wild cries, obscenities,
From white veins, holey and pure pads.
Once we recall with the local, for all the layouts.
maybe you can't even see, you may not even hear
How shallow streets around scratch the bottom
Like these people all who surround us,
They were eaten under the system, and somehow fell obliquely.
What is going on here? BUT? BUT? Non -extinguished boiling
You don’t dream of, you don't breathe PIF-PAF anymore,
Around the axis is spinning to escape to spill,
In the time of the sale of sales, having arranged the face.
Where did the stars over us and where did all this time go, brother,
What ahead led? I can’t explain to you understand.
Seryozha local together with the standards, brother.

Dima Blunt: children of the city Heroes, children spiders,
Fragrant movements with a blue friend Bong,
We are the children of God, I will tell you a little do not think to start,
If you have not touched yet, one road with the homeland of AvtoVAZ
You believe in what they show you, well, what for the MAZ
Why still sunset, it will smile well, yesterday the brother drove around the blat
Salam from the Blanet, local together with the standards
And as usual, we steal the truth against the wind,
There is a lot of mat, your idols are laid down weakly, we will not fall,
Twist another heel from the cank, but there is no fuck, my eyes are already without fear,
Remember the brother, better do it carefully, leave it for tomorrow,
Take from this calculation Togliatti-Volgograd with boys we mutter
So there, ah? I think we’ll swing and first a couple of basins,
Then a whole area, all of their own in touch,
And the yard is satisfied with us, fuck who will say, the microphone is already turned on

I cut the local think only hunting
Under the rapak among relatives, the crowds on the headphones crush
Passing information on social networks, the country will not be a place,
Where life stuck like you, wow, you wait a minute, do not leave the way,
And your area is empty, confused in the networks of fate
Your mother thinks that you are good to be different
Volgograd with local Seryozha rolled under the bits
You are your own among strangers, you have to go even a lively kid
If you gave money, then personally HOP, but do not return the brothers
Volgograd makes beautifully only on the edge,
True power- when you have what to say
After all, those smoke jungle will be asked from you, you answer confidently and strict bass
When one crowd takes one crowd on the street, you need to do things
Spreading this muck, take it out of the bazaar and, in fact, decompose it on the shelves
The whole country in stupids pulling from the Christmas trees.