KADET, СТРОГИЙ - BlatNike
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Opa, opa, a slipper bursts out under the hats of a hopak.
The Nike logo is stuck on my uniform.
Like a prisoner is being transported to London.
We're on the UBOP's radar.
The cops are shaking the tower.
Our track is at the top of the camp charts.
This is neo-chanson, clap.
We're flying along the beat like gods while the mash is fermenting.
Brother, catch the ban through your feet.
Control is coming.
OG, not like your idols who are swindling on the block.
You say our themes are no longer in fashion.
You just weren't in strict mode.
Ideas like Hachiko are also true.
We don't play soldiers.
It's hard for my brother.
Two-and-one-zero spins Aleko.
Hitching up some cars was a smart move when you had a C in math.
PT striped ones.
This is the most criminal drill, motherfucker.
Blatnyak, blatant.
They put the drill into the common fund.
For street punks, men, and Tramps
Our flag is the blackest color
Blatnyak
It rocks both a paddy wagon and a Land Cruiser
He moved his ass and is red-bellied
He'll beat you up at any party
Blatnyak Blatnyak
They deposited a drill into the common fund
For punks, men, and tramps
Our flag is the blackest color
Blatnyak
It rocks both a paddy wagon and a Land Cruiser
He moved his ass and is red-bellied
He'll beat you up at any party
On my feet are Jordans and Nikes
Blue screws on my toes
Two years out of the system
But I dream of these barracks
My brothers are like wolves
Not tattoos, but ink
Icons in blue
Fuck your shoulder straps
On line, Strict, get off the road
Bulldog rhymes, we lay down like Gods
Hello to the prisons: special, general, strict
To the spirit of the tramp, up Meetings on the outside
The right hook landed hard
Muzzle to the forehead, money on the table
An evil raid as a craft
Like a pirate in defiance of the cops
Quickly taken, quickly gone
Our robbery is a fierce show
Balaclavas under the hood
Black flag, keep up the good work