Bad Balance - Отдыхаем
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We are one hundred percent dressed with a needle.
Open white convertible made from the Volga.
On the left of the girls, the boys drink beer on the right.
The new place is suitable for a tide.
Anapa is open for graffiti and rap.
Here we rest and shoot our clips.
Do not care about the Caribbean when the Russian lands
Open for people like us, Russian boys.
But all who are in style, Belarus and Ukraine,
If you were not in Anapa in July, you did not live.
Remember: Melekino, we opened the basics,
People were breaking there - now there is nowhere to spit.
Krasnodar Territory is a new stop.
The Greeks were the first, then the Turks seemed to live.
They did not push until we rolled vodka.
Now Anapa is our hip -hop bowl.

We rest on the Black Sea.
We rest from stone and concrete.
Rest, do not strain anything.
We rest, drop it.

Which day is a commotion along the coast.
The locals did not dream of this before.
Hotels, boarding houses, private sector even -
We captured everything along the beach embankment.
Sales of local wine, cigarettes, rubber
Exceeded all the permissible norms of stores.
Voluntary captives flock in the evening
Communication of a random meeting begins.
Let's ride with you
You will like with me.
We will eat the best places, I promise.
We’ll go around all the taverns, I treat.
Exactly! Cottage, car - quality, in short.
You will not be cooler than you.

We rest on the Black Sea.
We rest from stone and concrete.
Rest, do not strain anything.
We rest, drop it.

We are going along the central embankment, the sea on the left.
Girls, like seagulls, fly, beauties by.
Armenian tents-restaurants, beautiful.
Khachapuri with cheese and a lot of beer revolutions.
As for the bay, a glow hip-hop tide.
They read, bought, smoked, beer again.
Photos with a crocodile are offered black zuluses.
We increase a degree, pass a half -tos.
We give ourselves to the power of Anapa - the southern pronons.
And the one who is in the lumps of the left, just click on their nose.
We are rap philosophers, hit the rhythm of the staff.
We open the resorts under the brand of the state.
Things are good if there were love and Ragga.
We throw a chip there, get a mash.
Give us paper, we draw art analysis.
If anyone does not know where it is - look at the map.

We rest on the Black Sea.
We rest from stone and concrete.
Rest, do not strain anything.
We rest, drop it.

The territory-territory on the Black Sea is open.
The wind of the boys south, as if waves, drives.
These stories will fall in every house for years.
Summer is coming - this is the time of a new technique.
The territory on the Black Sea is open.
The wind of the boys south, as if waves, drives.
These stories will fall in every house for years.
Summer comes - this is the time of a new technique