Баста - Москва
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Moscow burned dottle, you still have been in ash
Those who could not conquer you climb into the loop.
Betting too high and weight have only brands
What is your pont and what is your rating.
People scatter like a bow,
Yesterday just mortality, today adding to Bentley,
Today you are the first, tomorrow you will not remember anyone
Moscow does not believe in tears, do not forget their roots.
Extended hand if they are interested
There is nothing on the scales, only your personal weight,
It is important not to keep on the fake blinding shine,
It is important to stay yourself, what you are.
Here are the first ones on the first in the company of models
In the summer in Monte Carlo, in winter in Kursavel
The second, the third with trepidation is waiting for the moment when the first fuck
And the third will be the second, and the second one.
Such here is not intricate arithmetic
Align the nerves of picing themselves with neuroleptics.
What did your craft enclosed with
Deliver pizza or hope
Walk on the podium, advertise rag
Or dissolved in the crowd to heal on the bottom,
Settle in the office, live somewhere in Strogino,
Probotiny work, weather and infinite metro.
Moscow - all roads lead to Megapolis,
Bus ticket, plane, or train.
First adapt to this mad rhythm
Get into the moving, and there will be visible ...
I do not know ... probably I really looked,
I just hoped for myself on my Mulo,
I met common people here
Multiple views multiplied to the kinship of ideas
And five years in the heart of the Mother's Capital
Guys from the province implement their ambitions
And we have something to be proud, we continue to download the shores
Moscow...

Moscow, Moscow - each own alignment
Who to become: to shine or the abyss in Zybuchi sands.
We are unlikely someone will be looking for
We have no way back, Moscow does not believe in tears

Moscow
Not far from the place where the Kremlin stands
Not far from the place where Lenin sleeps
Where there are three stations and trains on rails
Where even ten o'clock in the evening closely
Where the temples are surrounded by outlets
Advertising shields on top of the great architects
I was in Sochi, Paris, Beijing New York
But Moscow is what kind of special hangs, yes
I have a Rostov registration in the crust,
But imperceptibly for myself, I went here roots
We poned and inspected,
But someone our simple records bring joy.
Moscow holds in the vice as good stuff
Who inserted and not even thinks to let go
It happens to cover hard depressions
I do not know how to name it can be urban longing.
I saw Moscow as a junk or madhouse
Saw her like a young man looks at first love
I remember how with the time it became my own new district
And removable hut reminded me of the house.
We have a great Don, there is an ancient river Moscow
And besides accent and regards us to share us.
Do not forget that I am still visiting
And here, as well as we are asked for a complete for a cant.
Bay boiling water fresh guan yin
With mitty and bone watch football on TV
Although in different ways perceive the world - we are on the way
Tea drunk listens to rap, remembering Beijing.
County how everything changed how much water flowed
I was often blind and led me guide
I like your mad rhythm Moscow Never Sleep
I like these streets, urban style
Laksheri, Yoga, Fenshui, Fashion Trends
Roofs, operas, black star`a, velvet, frishes,
Face controls, dress codes, closed party,
But I am where the correct Rapin shakes.
With Kursk on the ring, on Kazakov on the street
Radio, it's easy to meet familiar
In the area gathered serious driving
Cargo with Masha, coupe from Yulya, Isa with Gufom
In a tea pose, favorite Vietnamese riss
Yes, we have long become local
And in this nine-story building on the top floor
We are planning a family budget with it.
From home to Studio walk 2 tracks in the player
In a cap, fat and my favorite airs
Probably nothing new about you did not tell Moscow
Just aligning simple words ... Basta.