Такассета - Не маями
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I was covered and wings grew

This rap is like fried meat from grill

You wanted a piece, but they forgot about you

Be pleased with the remnants of dust


SEMILILA or RUDERALIS

What difference does it make, the main thing is to fuck

Only a record made

And my head rocked up, down


From a studio booth for a day

Crazy jokes, muddy, but mutters

That everyone wants is hidden in a jacket for a long time

You will not find prints on a cigarette butt


In the lane, almost at the industrial zone

Here cops are collected in epaulets

Noise of factories background, cars pass

Everything was stolen here shouted crows


We make our way around the city in the cover of the night

Smoke for rhymes is sweet, but a little bitter

A hard shield will not break a bullet

Bit fucking, as you whispered from the tank in your ear, bitch


Ala ulya huli here Russia and do not hang on the wires sneakers

But there are areas on the tougher of New York ghetto

Choose which side the coin will fall

Here you can quickly apply a worthless veto on your life


Fat marker on the walls of the Takaseta Zategai district

Dogs of dogs scatter in quarters echo

Ambulance sirens break through the silence of the night

Someone lost the kidney again for debts


On the bit laying stitches, on tobacco Canabinol

Smooth smoke was filled with smoke, went into flight

While the spear is thrown on the head

I go past the cops silently, as I walked


And in dark courtyards familiar to the route

I'm going home, staggering under the third parachute

And this is not a joke to be in a dark alley

Turned the wrong


Where darkness, dirt and stench, drugs, cops

At night they get out to the beat - this is the time

Normal, for such dark turbidity

Put his nose in the wrong way - disappeared in a couple of days


He threw the poison into the plate

Well, everything hit, dig a hole deeper to your own

I thought all this was in a dream - it turned out to be

Waking up in the morning, you will understand that you lived in a long delirium


Sterlitamak - this is not like

There is no ocean and pit on the pit

Every third on Fridays in trash

Someone is vodka here, someone is a stone


Sterlitamak - this is not like

There is no ocean and pit on the pit

Every third on Fridays in trash

Here Hapkuna, Scrap and Emiyami