Трувонт, ПРИЗНАКИ АГРЕССИИ - Алло
текст песни

How's it going in the city?
What's in the gardens, freak?
I have a Nokia now.
From a cop on roller skates.
They take Rondo in their mouth.
Professionals in the labia.
I love retail butter slits.
You tease, babe, and I'm laughing.
A checkered shirt, but it's Ralph Lauren.
Fucked in the mouth, Roma, we're going to the baths in Mytishchi.
It's sweaty at the movies. It's so-so, bro.
Fuck me, I'm a killer hip-hop guy.
And 36 decks of Adjarian boats.
The upper bridge needs a filling.
We're popping Macras at the Big Hit Bomb.
I'm exhausted in my air cylinder.
What are you doing, baboos, blue stripes.
You can see the neighborhood from the balconies.
Waiting for my vacation money, damn.
Signs of a True Von.

Waiting for my royalties, words on a beat.
Like in the sky. Boeing
Don't fear God, fear the guns
Uninvited guests nearby, hands bloody up to the elbows
Money flies like blades
They call me, I say hello
There's a whole column of trendy rappers here
But Omsk is like Mordor, I'll be proud
Filled up with water ****
If you want me to participate in the long, throw me some money
And I'm not at all too lazy to rap
For me, the beat is a race
Pepper spray in my purse
It has a Bart the Simpson sticker
In ancient times, there was barter
Stones on bones is my skill
You probably remember this track
And it's all about showing off, a bald head
You can punch me in the gut, hip-hop
Don't roll this and sing along to the beat
But you're the same as your homies
You're all the same, just like us
Fans at Dynamo Stadium on the weekend
Uninvited guests aren't here Alone
Give them a blanket, they'll lie down on the floor in the hall
Busy talking like a punishment
Group name Signs of a drill beat here
Truvont is not OG Buda, I'm a piranha or a barracuda

Balandu started, pulled the trigger
A yard pussy in a headlock
Guys on a handcar appreciated the concept
Be a dissident in a Zhiganka! You twist the bolt with a ratchet
Lighted up, clearly, without any bass
Water fashion with a flamethrower, Allegreto style
A rocket of withdrawal spreads on the beat
Kitchy on stoners under the bed, a bazooka
Chasing the Reds, aesthetics with sound
Drinking shushukan on smoke breaks
Fatality in a line, like a shaokan
There, in the underpass, the shauki are dancing
Lonsdale, I'll take any barter here
Newbies have flown to Tsaritsyn Market
Keep to the edges in Moscow City

I'm playing cards
Uninvited guest
You're our brother
Here, the homegrown tobacco is even more saucy
Your traumatic brain
Your friend didn't get into physics and mathematics
Making faces on the street
What the hell did you kids want
Practising petting
With a lady
Flying with Truvont on a rocket
To another orbit
Harnett's guide
At the sports car The flask whistles
Along the blue melon
Bro, there's a shitload of smoke here
Pirates of underground sound
Like aggregators of your shit
Why the fuck were you fucking crying?
Rhyming in the margins
While you're on your ass
Prick your eyes
Check out the design
This album has
The guys here are moaning and fucking Ralph