Boulevard Depo x i61 x Wefyr x Pkhat - 2007
текст песни

I caught in Chkalovskaya
I am flying on Petropavlovsky
Tear on passenger
In the columns, the columns [?]
If there is no style, I will stay on a relaxed
The sun shines, I shine, it is not right
If the ger is not pussy, he brings Palevo
I read the truth, I read the truth
Tripovat on Samarkand, died everything as it should
You don't hear what you want, you were looking for a familiar yamb
Life alignment about family and about the guys
About the essence of being, light warrior hip-hap
Chronic sketch that locked in a file
Pulls a long chop and puts on your styl
Or taste, or what do you have there?

I'm in the game C 07 on October Avenue
Is our submarine, near [?]
Those who write their name on the facades, I know them
From Ufa I do not get out
In the morning in the morning
And everyone remembers this time, even those who were not with us
Here [?]
Here we chilie with friends
Here we did hip-hop
Cops mold me here
Here we plow stylist
Here is warm as in Utrel (x2)

[VERSE 2: I61]

My city is quiet as there [?]
Maybe since I laughed, more than flew to stress
But I flew like Stels
From Roy Bee, I will not get bored
For young future
Well-ka sighstrest
There are no free places
For those who are stuffy or brake
I intended to carry the style, on the fastest speed
Not that pulls into the abyss of our cocks, keeps them for the nose
My style is penetrated into clubs
But I was who I grew up
Not sucked on shit
And left cell never pisel
After all, creativity is born
Only where the truth is sees the goal
I drink the body to the bones
As a block wall
All their greetings
I remember how I started reading the school of rap
It was always cool
A lot of game, little pona
Little money, well and fuck
Many reasons for collecting
From the speakers only a new sound on full
Only a new sound on full (x2)

Salute WEFYR, Salute Depo Boulevard, Isixone in the building, I'm here, Ufa!

[VERSE 3: WEFYR]

I open the box
I am one of those missing
Who continues and does next
Without falsehood, from the soul for our
From native Ufa throughout the huge rashka
With 07 raising
What would you understand all
I'm from there and here
I blow clouds
Without paper that would not erase
Without a rubbish that would not go
This is all inside
And you have to jump
Here you have a word, here's an argument
As in old good
As if transferred back
But stayed on his
The old conversation was refreshing with something new
Without repeat and move freely
Near Gera, Fedya, Artem
Still many who do not know names
Drive from the club to the house
We returned to recall this
Ahead a lot of time, plus the plots of the accumulation
Look for us in twenty-trip on the background of new frequencies, against the background of new frequencies

[VERSE 4: PKHAT]

And I'm remembering now, as I am for a long sex in this story
Records at Bori
And at night, Hapman Mount
Herie 13, boys on more
at the hera of ambitions the sea
And green leather under the polo
We didn't play roles
And schoo fuck, I finally do not understand
Those who do not understand, they all let pass
And I'm on a calm without vony
And without troubles like
Sun, palm trees I smile with such weather
Max is no longer on Ford, already on Renge
Cried all whom where
Going less frequent
Our Style Star here already as a pager
Go for years, gera is no longer a teenager
I remember everyone with Tus
Who has hands in paint
And how they were yelling in centers
Leaving showcases in flocks
And let all pussy that life is not a fairy tale
But I will be right if I call her hip-hop
I will be right (x5)