LEXS BMF, TRUEтень, Рома Жиган - Золотые купола
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Golden domes are pleasing to my soul!
Kalash sounds - sleeves on the floor fall
The highest variety, ours shock it
Russian rap is not the same, tears from the sky are dripping!
Golden domes are pleasing to my soul!
Kalash sounds - sleeves on the floor fall
The highest variety, ours shock it
Russian rap is not the same, tears from the sky are dripping!
Golden domes covered the path to us and the fraternal does not need a price tag
More expensive than money, this rap to anyone will be depressed
I am not a prophet in the Russian ghetto, and definitely not a priest
But the huts will tighten the collar to everyone
Pray demons, for break off the fangs
You are the same as your rappers
Would hide the bodies to the bottom of the native Volga of the river
And if there is a shuher brother, then you immediately light
Life is strict, like a dad and, like a mother sweet
They ring in their native lands, yes, golden domes!
To whom for confession, to whom the prison, to whom the needle!
How Sirotinsky scattered ours, noise brought
I did not stuff the golden domes, out of place
Full of whores around, I did not find a bride for myself
I show a genuine interest in rap
I drag my cross to the tag!
Golden domes are pleasing to my soul!
Kalash sounds - sleeves on the floor fall
The highest variety, ours shock it
Russian rap is not the same, tears from the sky are dripping!
Golden domes are pleasing to my soul!
Kalash sounds - sleeves on the floor fall
The highest variety, ours shit it
Russian rap is not the same, tears from the sky are dripping!
And again I will be sharp, like trousers
And readiness, like a student by September
I don't need a half -sweet or shit
There is no third, or extinguished, or I will burn
And I do not need to bow before my conscience
With me everything was the worst could be
I am no longer crying at someone's funeral
And in four not one, I have long been the walls
The moon is a witness, and the accomplice of the night, the moon
The moon will see what your finale will be
Do not trust, because not simple times right now
How many friends, so many knives will feel the back
God is above us, there is soil under us, and under it the bodies
Whom did olives put, and whom the needle
And do not wash your hands, like an old Pilate
Let these blue domes take care of us
Golden domes are pleasing to my soul!
Kalash sounds - sleeves on the floor fall
The highest variety, ours shock it
Russian rap is not the same, tears are dripping from the sky!
Golden domes are pleasing to my soul!
Kalash sounds - sleeves on the floor fall
The highest variety, ours shock it
Russian rap is not the same, tears from the sky are dripping!
Faith in God from the cradle to the grave
Golden domes give us an incentive
I visited places not so remote - it was
But he remained a man! This is the power!
I understood many years later, all this is a trifle!
Years fly at great speeds!
During this time, everything was! And dancing bones!
And the pad on the courts, and the face in the news!
Everyone already has a family, children, a kindergarten school
But when the bit plays us the same
Know when you come to us, you are at home!
Doors wide open and everything that is on the table!
Our children are brought up on these principles
Our wives are true to old traditions
Our brothers do not run a little that the police
If you thought otherwise, this is a fiction!
Golden domes are pleasing to my soul!
Kalash sounds - sleeves on the floor fall
The highest variety, ours shock it
Russian rap is not the same, tears from the sky are dripping!
Golden domes are pleasing to my soul!
Kalash sounds - sleeves on the floor fall
The highest variety, ours shock it
Russian rap is not the same, tears from the sky are dripping