Jahmal TGK - Немного о себе
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Chelyabinsk Tractor
Who is not familiar with this name?
Qualified personnel
This is the basis of a thousands of plants - a hard worker
Caring for filling out and preserving personnel
The most important task of management
Party, Komsomol, trade union organizations of association
The factory is solved by an extensive social program
There are more than a thousand families here annually
Improve their living conditions
In everything, you can see about the younger shift
For ChTZ, it begins with the birth of a child

I was born in the eighty -fourth on the edge of the city
The beard did not immediately grew up
There was never a reason to move anywhere
There was nothing at all then

Tired parents came from the factory
Work is work
There is no money, cold
There is a hunt
Heavy, terry snow
Poped with flakes from a gasped firmament

Perestroika
I do not care
In front of the house is construction
Around the trash
I'm going for a walk
What and how I have arranged, I understood another five years
Looking at the main passage at sad mother and uncle

Now in those yards no one
Not sharp words
No laughter of wild
These sat down, they drank
Who did not make up
Suited
Few people got out

So
Outside the window tractor factory
Bankrupt
Divorce
I see Batya once a year
Time forward
Something of me is growing
In the center of events
Between hostels

There was a way out, but I did not know where to go out
Therefore, did not howl
He stopped pampering his parents
Lossed on the street
Started smoking and drinking
Hip-hop was a discovery for me

So to speak
I began to live consciously
Rhyme, twist gelik and grafting
It was difficult for me to not let go somewhere
And at home, at night
I began to see me less and less

I burned and really wanted to go to St. Petersburg
To be closer to hip hop
And continue to create there
But something went like this: SUSU, couples, dean
Summer in Manhatten, the emergence of TGK

Khrushchovka
Instead of entering the kitchen cabinet
The first glass
The intersection with ACA
I remember grinning at Vital
I looked high
When he tried to jump to the horizontal bar
Joke

Classed under the feet
In the hands of alcohol and tobacco
We walked in full
We walked for sure

We fierce the noisy company
The evening whispers
We throw in a ring at a dk
I remember how they hid in marijuana
I remember that summer
When we drank a cube of milk

The paints were thickening
Legs were trembling
Sister and husband died in a fire
Very sorry for them
Never said goodbye
He pressed alcohol

I remember how we returned in the morning
From a fried garage
How smiling people of us
Surrounded in a red bar
And we rocked, as the last time
I remember how the soul screamed

The planet rotated around the axis
Life did not stop
We were heard in Russia
Big City Life, TGK Emsey
Since then, a lot of rap has been shipped

Moscow captivated
But I was lazy
In Chelyabinsk a place of power
Life is raspberries
Parents, apartment
Studio, car
Native micrases, faithful squad

But life is life
We all run somewhere
In search of new niches and peaks
Therefore, I decided to continue my movement
Do you hear?
I'm closer and closer!

Classed under the feet
In the hands of alcohol and tobacco
We walked in full
We walked for sure

We fierce the noisy company
The evening whispers
We throw in a ring at a dk
I remember how they hid in marijuana
I remember the summer when we drank a cube of milk

Not particularly straining
Without going into details
I walked forward, laughing
For a month, the feet are dirty
Sometimes sobbing, but smiling
For the song to be a success!