BEZLICA, KADET, СТРОГИЙ - ZKGround
текст песни

Heart beats
Soul like a hurricane
Doesn't see barriers
It's a booth here
For whom is a hobby for us, life is a boy
From the street there is noise from our house, the village is noisy from the central!
The lads are thundering
Filter the market
I'll pass the deadline, no choice
There is no smoke in the house!
If there's no way out
Don't give a damn about the weather, there's a purpose
The perfect plan made our day
This broke guy is hungry for snow
On fit true there is a cross on the chest
Caught BUR life carousel
Right bro he's at the helm
Your brother was not left then
I run through the beat like water
It's true that my brothers are nearby
If you wanted a foul, take it from me
I wish ours Farta
Holy to the common house!
If you understand what I'm talking about
Heart beats
Soul like a hurricane
Doesn't see barriers
It's a booth here
For whom is a hobby for us, life is a boy
From the street there is noise from our house, the village is noisy from the central!
The lads are thundering
We remember the bracelets on our hands
Articles of the Criminal Code are especially harsh
Never lived by order
They carry my ship under the black flag of the wind
On pocket 222
Against the regime, my style is 2Pac
Only Thug Life
Along the web with the paws of a spider
Hey bro!
My Brothers strive for a name
God save them
And the trap passed me by
And the captain did not take away the stolen capital
But now we’re already following trash for rap
Criminal life is mine bit by bit
Hello to the thieves, tramps and men
A living reproach to these rappers - RIP Vaja
Call me Ocean
Robbed a pawnshop like Bellagio with the Kents
Bijo is smearing you again
These rappers are thugs only in lyrics
Their rap is crap
I'm on article 51
You'll tell the cops right away
Yes there is a difference between us
Heart beats
Soul like a hurricane
Doesn't see barriers
It's a booth here
For whom is a hobby for us, life is a boy
From the street there is noise from our house, the village is noisy from the central!
The lads are thundering
Filter the market
Without a plan to raid
How to go barefoot on the ice
OCGs have come to the blows
Be ready once you
The street is waiting
Don't expect to be lucky
As always, I count my moves
I know for sure that my senses don’t lie
Our photos in the local department
Stars on the body
Balaclavas in a bag with money
Trouble with the cops
In the dark we go out onto the block
Glock in my belt
Words will be useless
When they poke you in the side
Heart beats
Soul like a hurricane
Doesn't see barriers
It's a booth here
For whom is a hobby for us, life is a boy
From the street there is noise from our house, the village is noisy from the central!
The lads are thundering
Filter the market