В АККУРАТ, Криминальный бит - Пуля-дура
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It needs to be like this, it needs to be with a kick
To jump from the cans onto the Maybach
Black cars, islands and yachts
We are all free, and all our brothers are nearby
It needs to be like this, it needs to be with a kick
To jump from the cans onto the Maybach
Screw the hooligan, find the hooligan
Live this life so that you don’t regret anything
For many years now, fate has been testing its strength
I used to look with apprehension, but in reality it’s easier
Maybe I'm a poet, or maybe I'm a piercer of these lines
I go by touch without instruments, my brother is my accomplice
The hungry will know when they have enough money
Out of desperation we jumped from topic to topic
Here they say we’ll get in faster and get out faster
What choice was there if there was a huge exhaust?
Someone dreamed of finding a job, getting a diploma
And we extinguished competitors, documents, hacking
They will respond to good with evil, and then forget
I consider revenge among the coldest dishes
Don't look at those who have everything askew
If we don’t take off, we’ll sail to the next island
This is life, too much, but, brother
Too few real ones, and so many defects
Life has shown where to press, if anything happens, but there’s not enough luck here
Yes, the bullet is a fool, but it can catch up from behind, even where you weren’t expecting
And time will heal all the pain that left scars on our souls
In the end, no one will tell us how much is left on our watch here
Appreciate the little things
Sometimes a car with a flashing light ruins your plans
It happens that someone you called brother will become a devil
And it seems like before that they only wanted luck
What will the elders teach when everyone is “sitting around”?
On these streets, the cops became bandits!
And everyone believed that that time was over
Now just afloat, who moved smarter
Zabivonov, chaos, sweeping aside the facts
If we need to boil, we will hide our faces with a mask
For your money before it melts - it’s more expensive than money
There is a principle in this game - to move from a pawn to kings
A difficult path, and even sweeter than victory
It's always more interesting when there are prohibitions
Eternally young blood breaks all structures
But here we won’t be declared “Excomuniado”
Life has shown where to press, if anything happens, but there’s not enough luck here
Yes, the bullet is a fool, but it can catch up from behind, even where you weren’t expecting
And time will heal all the pain that left scars on our souls
In the end, no one will tell us how much is left on our watch here
The beacon is on and there's a call again, I'm going to it
It's pale all around and how many verses are in the smoke
My head is buzzing and more often than not it’s not due to rain
Blows are falling from fate, I will never escape from them
Tired of pointless topics, I'm on Everest
As soon as I return back I will take the Kents and the cross
On the fifth day there is a smell of burning under the hot text
In this basement everyone is their own and there will be no places there
T-shirts of wires and bits of traffic stretch
Face masks plans and graphics
Our verses were stolen in all directions
I didn't want to, but we remained scars in their heads
I'll jump onto the new body, the old one will stay there
The criminal beat hums among the high-rise buildings
We started from the basements, now it’s screaming from the towers
Criminal beat in cars on heavy subs
Life has shown where to press, if anything happens, but there’s not enough luck here
Yes, the bullet is a fool, but it can catch up from behind, even where you weren’t expecting
And time will heal all the pain that left scars on our souls
In the end, no one will tell us how much is left on our watch here