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Slim
One hundred kilometers around the city
Black leather is in the cabin
Black cat in basins
Inside, all the same faces
I will go out and in the area slowly
From its entrance to an unfamiliar floor
again to write about something like a white black
plus do to make it clear
In the columns, I have at first in the hut in Katya
This one is for areas on this map
it doesn’t mean so necessary
If these three are often on your monitor on your monitor
this is something worth Moscow does not believe in tears and it does it correctly
Making stronger
In the city, a couple of wheels of steam locomotives are expensive in the city
scumbags of great hopes and overdings
you want to change something but it's too late
it changes you if you don't understand
There are no idle cartridges in this clip
While shaving the area inside the garden
outside it has long been signed
swing that they rest on any
remember Moscow moves in a circle
When killing everyday life, let's replace the vanette
There is something to see the ordinary viewer here
And surprise if ready to penetrate
Big money is equal to more money
Someone takes the streets foam like veins
And we are blood that runs over them
These floors
it is our life....

Smoky Mo
All you believe you will get in full
What you play seriously to the end.
My people are with me and we are already a whole detachment
Surgery as a special beautiful rite
Scalpius can kill or can bring
Without the owner, they can’t make a choice
money that the guys respect like bosses
do everything quickly without any extra questions
Seyint Pi hides secrets at night and day
cuts meat and burn it with fire
Hold Floo
Look how I quickly entered your house
Get my dose right now and then
the streets are trading in snow that does not melt
someone breaks through and gets what shakes
In a large car, Big Join under the hood
I return home to the center in the morning with sleepy
This is my stone block is my micro
This is my stunning, becoming a hungry preschool
one love like a finger that lay on a trigger
And what fell like a heavy bag ...

Guf
Sometimes I dream to close my eyes in the evenings
And I imagine how I fly over the houses
Above the streets of the yards tram tracks of trolebuine wires above you
People fly by trains with aircraft
The pedals are squeezed in the wheelbarrows.
And for me, any distance between the cities is not a barrier, well, it's like a teleporter
It is nice to observe from a bird's height of a poultry how to go from paragraph a to paragraph B
just like a seden
At the conductor of the Red Arrow
From Pitrea to Moscow
and the northern capital of the area of three stations
The boys will always meet here they will always be not enough
And you think this will stop it, well, nafig
who will block such a serious traffic
After all, how many years are already happy
Both Muscovites and St. Petersburg are not dead right
We are exploding a chic Join on Moscow River
Around make a bold battleship somewhere in the field
Clay idols collapse from iron hands
Tamara Konstantinovna voucher what her grandson is singing about
here is Slim Smokimo and my name is hum
We make the sound of Moscow-Sank-Petersburg