Тбили и Жека кто там - Ребята выросли и появился голосок
текст песни

Hey, kid, you know what kind of boys,
Dimon and I from one district, the one that has not dried.
The one that hits the nose if you brought bullshit,
If there are frosts outside the window, there is someone barefoot.
Children do not know about Bach, but know how to bang,
Oddly enough, but at the age of 15 you are a young mother.
My mommy is afraid if suddenly the pipe does not catch,
But I will get home, whatever it costs me.

Brother, here dreams are so symbolic,
What would not have been taken on the red, they won’t wake up on the hospital.
The demand for matches will never fall here,
Here they ask for purely for decency.
Yeah, and the 21st century of the era - to feel hard.
But in the eyes of Kents you see that they just have a fuck,
Do not ask "what the fuck?" Ask "who?"
Until you are packaged, stand for your own.

A couple of crosses are rolled along the bottomless asphalt,
Past houses that have long been demolished,
Past pharmacies, past round -the -clock kiosks,
Past the department where the next denunciation is rubbing,
Past multi -colored schools and kindergartens,
Part of the game
Past the yards of such relatives, and in the old style
Past people, past stops,
Past traliks, past roads, cars, signals,
Past this dust.

I love to walk in my area so much
Near the Zhekin house,
And he and he emerged.
"Who is there?"- a voice from the intercom was heard
"Open your own, we will write down on the Internet to the Internet."
You better tell me how you are doing
We have the old way, we see everything that we see.
Not about these, they spit on the rules.
If you breathe through a jar with an unusual lid .. Bright

The guys grew up and a voice appeared
Strong as a bar, heard bass
Dawn doors, this is not a lesson, but an extract from the rules
Dive if you left the old one and fell in the eye

Here in the area, like everyone else, they do not like pussy,
If you want to know the truth, read the inscriptions on the fences.
It seems exactly everything, in fact, is the bearer,
And if necessary, I will give everything, for those who are nearby.
Fuck it, we do not live, but survive.
You don't see fucking and don't know anything about anything
533 decides, the one who fumbles will understand
And in the park in the alley, children just walk
We need shmali, we must kill us tight
But they say, they say, like a time heals
Like, like it will become easier for us
And we will heal a scythe that evening
I'll kill me in the trash and write a rapper
And for some reason I go through life only on the oncoming
And trams left with the final
While Shmal was leaving for Lavaha.

Classic package of shit
I spit on you Mr. Law
Do not hide your eyes, from red eyes
Gray Muzon, cold district rumor
Someone in the sky is smoke, but not you, someone understood, but sho?
Everything is clear here and so, inside the fucking
Each of us has plans for tomorrow
Only (not that)
These yards hide the pupils under the hoods
We will bring down the rapak from the ground right in your house
And fuck how to relate to words
Who will pull the cap
All for now, artificial buzz
And fuck your, who is there, what is being ground here
For his own for the truth, whom he will change, who knows
This is the end of our world
And it’s scary to fuck one day without waking up in the morning
And you are muddy, where is it from your head?
Our life is scarce and we are also paskuda.

The guys grew up and a voice appeared
Strong as a bar, heard bass
Dawn doors, this is not a lesson, but an extract from the rules
Dive if you left the old one and fell in the eye