Gost Food - мой район
текст песни

My area is a compan
You follow the tongue there
These streets are gray as if
There is a brawl in the entrance now

Our whole life is like Payday
I am sewing on a snake street
I want to open the door with my foot
Or closer not red

Hey Hey
A few guys came up to me
Tell for life
Design your alignment

So the end of this story came up
All knuckles are knocked down
And their ribs are broken

Gray ponds along the sleeping area
There is no one here except communal

Victory Boulevard
Does not give an answer
And the girls are dressed
As if undressed

My area seems to be a compan
I seemed to grow into a ghetto
I'll tell you what bracelets to wear

It is not clear here that summer is summer
You just grew up in a ghetto
Around the perimeter of the fences
Strangers here drives a janitor

Grandmothers are sitting on benches
Boys kick the heads
In the evening they sit and get in the Tarkov

At night outside the shooting window
Surprise 0
If you survived at night at the ghetto
You are the night king

The one who walks without costeus
His skil is exactly 0
Here they play basketball
On the watch 00

Here and there are syringes
Addresses on the porches
The street will find out what kind of test are you from

There is never a place in my house to strangers
I kept evil to me, get in revenge

At night outside the shooting window
Surprise 0
If you survived at night at the ghetto
You are the night king

The one who walks without costeus
His skil is exactly 0
Here they play basketball
On the watch 00