BoG DaN - Ветеран
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Gufito AK-74
Rat-a-tat-a-tat
A veteran’s here, bro
The Original Gangster
No other way about it
You know damn well
Whose punches are dropping real truth right now
Under the cover of night, or in broad daylight
We mastered the game
In places where no one else could
A veteran’s here, bro
The Original Gangster
No other way about it
You know damn well
Whose punches are dropping real truth right now
Under the cover of night, or in broad daylight
I look back in horror
At all that shit
The war
We’re the best in hell
My crew stays on alert
More than once, face-to-face with the Reaper
Whether you’re in the crosshairs or taken prisoner
I’ve seen more bodies than you’ve seen "real ones"
I’ll come and take your bankroll
So—what’s your problem? Ah
Well, that’s a bit harsh
So what?
Just think back yourself
To what?
That artillery barrage
Your very first one
Where did you run to?
Where did you hit the dirt?
To all my brothers
Who stood their ground
I wish you luck
With all my heart
We’ve been through a lot
"North" Grouping
Territorial Defense
I was near Volchansk
Let’s keep listening
On the night of August 9th
Strategic Missile Forces advanced toward the Kursk Salient
We pulled into a tree line, 30 kilometers from Sudzha—and an hour later, a couple of HIMARS strikes rained down on us
It was terrifying
No one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten
Hold the panic—we keep moving
After all
A veteran is here, bro
An Original Gangster
Nothing less
You know damn well
Whose rhymes are bangin' right now
It’s a code
Under the cover of night, or by day
We owned the game
In places where no one else could
A veteran is here, bro
An Original Gangster
Nothing less
You know damn well
Whose rhymes are bangin' right now
It’s a code
Under the cover of night, or by day
I look back with horror
At all that shit
Hey—what’s up? Ulyana, Khariton
Over
We're moving, all clear
Flint's platoon split up
Understood quite a few numbers
Took the truth from fear
Where do so many thoughts come from?
For the Motherland
Nazi troops are destroying
I've never seen so many drones
Never seen so many
Fields are being plowed with cassette tapes
Tanks are destroying houses
Closer to the target
Like Tarzan, I'm striding through new forests
The navigator disconnected
Whoa, whoa, you can't go there
Yes, yes, and already there
That young man turned gray early
From fear and horror of what he saw
But in his heart forever
11th Airborne Assault Brigade
Musicians
810th and 177th Marines
Akhmat
Glory to Russia
Here's a veteran bro
Original gangster
No other way
You know for sure
Whose punch lines are pumping now
Concepts
Under cover of night or day
We made a game
Where no one I could
Here, veteran bro
Original gangster
No other way
You boldly know
Whose punches are pumping now
Concept
Under the cover of night or day
I remember with horror
All that shit
Here, veteran bro
Original gangster
No other way
You boldly know
Whose punches are pumping now
Concepts
Under the cover of night or day
We made a game
Where no one else could
Here, veteran bro
Original gangster
No other way
You boldly know
Whose punches are pumping now
Concept
Under the cover of night or day
I remember with horror
All that shit
Here, veteran bro
Original gangster
No other way
You boldly know
Whose punches are pumping now
Concepts
Under the cover of night or day
We made a game
There Where no one else could—
That’s where the veteran steps in, bro.
The original gangster.
Nothing less.
You know full well
Whose punches are hitting hardest right now.
It’s a code.
Whether under the cover of night or in broad daylight—
I recall with horror
All that shit.
And you’ll never truly grasp what the master dreams of.