БРДК - Город одной истории
текст песни

Chorus [x2]:
We ourselves had the keys to the city
People from the cold frozen with us.
Banner raise above her head!
We knew we write a story yourself!

[Mikhalych]:
This is a mess, and I look at us here so someone shadow.
Well, even there, someone against our songs in the sky.
Beaten phrases clogged with grimaces, faceless masses
Everything decides here, which of them are more * yu on us.

* Bat, there is gangsters, all the bathers of gang streetfiders.
We are on their background as Pop Boyce Benk (Edvanther Butler).
We are here like the boters in the throne. We are like a hassler and major.
We like Yaiks, and on drunk you Hipim after school.

Here about Versus is not a word, here chorus Orit Halva
People know who in the past Pit Boule said a dog.
Here who are such hawls, there are few people * Balo,
From the oversupply of the feces on the Batle Oprah sobbed.

And here the field is not shit you scored and you forgotten
This is Kiev, here for each joint - we scored him.
There is no need to be well-read Niger as Miron.
True, everyone will say that * Iedar was not him.

And I, like an oil mask in your rap in Pit Bull
And I, here the most charming, like Brat Pit, Huli!
Tell me who is there of us pull to the final in Pit Bul?
As for me, so we ourselves are normal * Let's blow.

From not * to make a discernment of us at least in replicas,
But we will lay down along the road of all the groove.
And you can be offended by us, in pure form hate,
Because because of us this city does not see you.

- scribe, children were killed!
- These are not children - these are mutants! "

Chorus [x2]:
We ourselves had the keys to the city
People from the cold frozen with us.
Banner raise above her head!
We knew we write a story yourself!

[Marty]:
Envy ... those who impregnate it
I cut the ear like instead of words instead
Extreme to extremes to vulgarity is not good,
But I came to disperse your travelers show.

At the beginning, we counted that too subget evil.
We were sleepy at the beginning, but you woke an evil!
Here before * I have selected your spinning craft -
They wanted to give us a chain, but here Gudini suffered.

[Mikhalych]:
Here you are right, our fans are children, even when we face!
Here they read mothers because of the mats of the verse.
And after that, did you think you scare me, kneading?
And so look, what am I demon and merge your demons.

They are inflated poverty and underground - domino.
From Budrazum, the draws are a hustle-eyed species.
And while you dug a pit to us in which they themselves -
Blowed up Kiev, but Elvis left the building!

[Marty]:
Now I do not understand what you are capable of, guy!
To the joke to remove the mess and fantasy about the PR.
We joked at this lighthouse when you were afraid of reading.
We all squeezed styles, but did not let go further.

[Mikhalych]:
No respect, there is no connection, everyone divides us on the layers.
Are our fans, bitch so infect you? Bring your own!
You would be less likely to answer Mat. Huli, will you prove?
While you argue with fools - they are busy with the same.

[Marty]:
So hang noodles once began to yourself then with others.
Of course, you * will be published! Of course, we are loy!
Yes, we are taken to takeim! For us, the fifth ceiling.
So bring us a loop and tighten the nodule!

[Mikhalych]:
Otherwise again you will whine that they are in the final two shit.
Everything is tied, bribed, decide the names.
This is Kiev, and he knows his main favorites.
And while you believe in this - the city will be behind us.

Chorus [x2]:
We ourselves had the keys to the city
People from the cold frozen with us.
Banner raise above her head!
We knew we write a story yourself!