AAGANG, Daffy, Babu feat. Цепi - На нашем
текст песни

These types want to die
The streets take them every day
But there's no blood on me, no blood on me
Our life is like Street Fighter
We're Russian psychos, stay away from us
We're on the bars and boxing, on porridge
We forgive many, we'll punish some
Our block isn't like yours
Real life, we don't play anymore
The streets take the boys every day
I'm a new fighter - my life is like Street Fighter
We multiply like mathematics
Squeezed, divided, and left for my brother
Where success lies, only practice
Always in motion, background, not static
Left a small candy without a wrapper
These rappers are caps, I'm a husky, here are likes
Frying Zaza like croutons, I'm like in Jamaica
I'm wearing BLATOSPHERA and Nike
This rap wasn't invented, it was made
(Who run it?)
These These types want to die
Every day the streets take them away
But there's no blood on me, no blood on me
Our life is like Street Fighter
We're Russian psychos, stay away from us
We're on the horizontal bars and boxing, on porridge
We forgive many, we'll punish some
On our block, it's not like on yours
On our block, it's not like on yours
On our block, it's not like on yours
On our block, it's not like on yours
On our block, it's not like on yours
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Understanding the street for me
The street is my sister once and for all
Some understand, some will never understand
What the street holds within itself
It's evil and darkness, corridors of light and goodness
Chance and emptiness, traces of Buddha and Jah
It will envelop you again and again
And without blinking a word
The infection will continue to threaten
That little girl is in contact with her
We'll have to get rid of her to the bone
From yours Bass, brazil
No questions, I'm putting the street together like a puzzle
I'm slathered in mud with Baz
That this rap will be a diamond
She has millions of names
Which way will you go?
She'll see you day and night
The only chance to escape is by sea or ocean
Always under a pressing plan
She's laughing at you
Stuck with the queen's game
Don't stand still, you're the last hero
You're going back into battle
The road home may turn out to be a dead end
Or just a dream
The street will remember our faces
You can't hide from it
It will give you the opportunity to see for yourself
It's stitched together with houses and neighborhoods
Your map is beaten
Your conscience is broken here
This door is closed
What will happen tomorrow, brother, we don't know ourselves
We're heading to Avtovo, On the way to the team
The boy actor has a wig on his head
He loves New York, but doesn't know the Knicks team
Where is the ideal? We're following his trail
Hidden cameras, the detective is spotted
You're warm guys, we're giving off a chill
Musical district, a tarot reader at the bank
Creativity is a pit, they came up with a ladder
Clumsy handwriting, no contact for a month
Demons are inside us, so we're going crazy
White and black like Equilibrium
Hidden aggression, EKH numbers
We're now on the main dealer's street
Is this an escape from love or a killer
We're driving BMWs to Moscow from St. Petersburg
Wow