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Rain on the street, under the roof of garbage scorch
The boys are trembling, but still boiled in the pad
They say basements are felled, everything is for boys
Everyone has a different taste for the soul and without panta

Here you don't give a damn who are higher and who are you here not important
here everyone breathes evenly, and not everyone will betray here
This is a Russian spirit, normal boys
Do not confuse with anyone, there are no price to such guys

Everything is amazed, we go out to hang out by the yard
Smalls in the basement smoke closing the shutter
shooting play with death
how to stand on a ladder hangs and become the desired

There is no wealth, but so I would like real
Russian veto, we are paid only morally
I remember how in childhood we stole in stalls
And now, like in flight, we run away from garbage

We do not count the money why do we need capital?
Here, like there, the captain is walking
Everyone else is resting, this is normal
But we have a brother for a brother, anomaly

We do not chase on the Mazda, there are no pictures from the battle
This style is specifically for Kazyrastskiy Paul
Here some kind of bastard does not believe my word
Guys go to the pad, take a stake with them

This has long been taken as a basis
The phone is one in the pocket
gasped again, we like Hasl
And life is more darken than the black oils

Yu boys for all of you my skits
The cops are caught by young people, because they are afraid of the murderers
Sales bastards, and sometimes even very
Men are worse than nights in the area

I don't like something, they are watching you already
You will not have time to look back as in the back: "Hey brother wait"
So we live, who said that everything is just ah?!
You were thrown into the trunk, your face is identified!