Второй Ка - Мы играем до конца
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Brothers, brothers! for centuries! TSSS

Are your gang called brothers?

For centuries! TSSS

True, we are brothers! We meet here in the coffee shop and love jazz! What are you against? Come on!



When leaving for work, parents did not understand what the children were doing

(Boric acid mucaltin)

(For what?)

(So as not to cause suspicion)



OK

Run to the pharmacy a little

Pharmacy pharmacy where is the pipettes, huh?

So our story began with the sultan

About how to move on rap



I inhaled the Iskul releasing smoke into the hood

(Autumn is sixteen)

In the kitchen of the Sultan: Yusb microphone, still living ayba interferes with tobacco grass

(Things are going on all)



Sweaty chicks, chicks over thirty

(Peter, Ata and even in a hijab)

Closing on the feelings of Western asses

Grandmas will accumulate after six months



Further rent, sixteen squares

Where exorcists, courses, agencies

Under our tracks fuck behind the wall

While we are preparing for the first concerts



The first clips

(Better not to remember them)

As the first concert

(These schoolchildren with glue)

We are in Achuyevo from the performance

Would Aiba be more fun here



We play to the end

The only show for nothing to solve

When the earth is pouring on the coffin cover

So we play until the end



We play to the end

The only show for nothing to solve

When the earth is pouring on the coffin cover

So we play until the end



Fucking, you know this

Too big?

Yes! You stand at the abyss and decide - fuck, what to do? And I am

One wrong one

And I close this and think ... fucking, if you play, then you need to try to finish it to the end, there is



Mukhaltin could not be bought

We leave the menta handle with the elevator

Of the suspects Rashik and I

The benefit of the Sultan Schmanali is not much



Shmal did not find, time flows

Webcams are not stable but still income

We pay rent, my dad is buoy

Tax debt, on the wanted list



Another story about cops again

The case in the morning is cold January

Woke up from the knocks

(And took a hammer)

As if I could hit someone



As a result, it was not possible to catch Batya

I myself did not know what harlots he was

A week later we will meet him in the morgue

My dad also played to the end



Since childhood, we are with the Sultan

We play on the grid, with the law, with fate

The heifers changed, someone was gone

And we are again on the studio, we sing again



We play to the end

The only show for nothing to solve

When the earth is pouring on the coffin cover

So we play until the end



We play to the end

The only show for nothing to solve

When the earth is pouring on the coffin cover

So we play until the end