DJ TINOKI, KLLIN - Суета
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Wait, who turned off the music?
Oh, this is my neighborhood
My brothers are nearby
Hustle upon bustle, memories in photographs
We haven't been the same for a long time
Guys on Adidas
From Chayzers to Prados
To a private house made of paddocks
Oh, this is my neighborhood
My brothers are nearby
Hustle upon bustle, memories in photographs
Everyone wanted to live beautifully
From nothing to a speedboat
To always be decent
In the eyes of your father and mother
A Prado rolls leisurely down the street
Brother, you're all dressed up again
Look, a brand-new jacket, with barber edging
Yesterday, I was piling up dudes on the asphalt
Like everyone else, they were tearing up Chinese hoodies in the mud
Like berserkers, they were kneading those who were doing something crooked
In the neighborhood, they knew if there was going to be a bustle now
A police UAZ will steer clear of harm
Just don't let me down, listen
If we're going to go, don't back out Let's give it to him
The old days are like quarantine
We'll see who's worth, brother
In the end, we've seen enough
There's a lot of stuff from there I wouldn't want to remember
How I became a father, more and more often on a modest
A fool cuts me off, I'll say, "To hell with him."
We drive into the neighborhood, I run out to the tobacco shop
On foot quickly
A guy on the way out, we've had a conversation about nothing
Murmuring like Kuklachev, "Are you fucking nuts, damn it"
Oh, this is my neighborhood
My brothers are nearby
Hustle upon bustle, memories in photographs
We haven't been the same for a long time
Guys on Adidas
From Chayzers to Prados
To a private house made of paddocks
Oh, this is my neighborhood
My brothers are nearby
Hustle upon bustle, memories in photographs
Everyone wanted to live beautifully
From zero to a boat
To always be decent
In the eyes of my father and mother