Lady Bro, Мафик, НЕ.KURILI - На лавочке
текст песни

The jamb is on, come on, come on

Lanter without a light bulb for a wrong thing, pass

The column is loud, the thugs sounds

On our bench - always nishtyak



Among the boys Lady

On the hooligan pastoral

On the shop in the summer summer

I don't care about gossip



I'm a yard on a Style

The locals have on the pedestal

No money in pockets

After all I love hooligans



I am kumarya for hooligans, I was born

And what is this for the left fraer? Come on the shop

No need lady, he tins for a clearing here

Well, the glory of God in the area still live, thank God



Pickled on the guitar of the Mafile

Not.kurili could not read nifiga

Dial someone, they may come

Lady Bro in touch with them, Come on



Alyo-Maleo, not.kurili? Yes, yes

Here without you the mafiosi, vanity - not vanity

The case is fixable, everything is necessary

Dofiga is still drunk, though there is no smoke already



You hugged stupidly, what kind of punishment

Not.kurili do not smoke, you shit for the name

Right now they are shook and there will be something, Palai-Sely

But, and the mafik, as always, will come already funny



On ha, on the hopki, the jamb is on, come on, come on

Flashlight without a light bulb, not just like that, pass

The column is loud, the thugs sounds

On our bench - always nishtyak



And I bought a baseball cap, cleaned cream cream

Spray on the dome of the perfume with the smell of authority

The crown is bright, sweaty summer, meet the bosom ghetto

How I like to be noticeable



In my company on Fridays - holidays

Who wears ADIKI, in the pads have not been sitting since fifteen

Stamens-patterns, cheaps, sticks

Yes, we are still on the bench



Leg on the leg, pipe in autonomous, hear, Vasya

I, like a tramp, do not reaches for work, ept

Whisper under the roofs, you can fuck

Hey, we have a prestigious bench on our bench, fuck



I am for manners, like a tape for a demobilization

Yes, to us at least Cerberus, at least the GBR - in parallel

You better turn off the gandalph, gray

So far, the window is whole



On ha, on the hopki, the jamb is on, come on, come on

Flashlight without a light bulb, not just like that, pass

The column is loud, the thugs sounds

On our bench - always nishtyak



On the old basin, near the bench is our gang

To neighbors, as usual, our grant prevents to sleep

We are musicians, but what to do, we don't care about others

Let everyone know, we just took a new minus



Here the mafik and Lady Bro are in touch, here's a holiday

It should be noted, a new person, and we are at the base

Especially on their own, especially in their area

And we were yelling and rushed on acceleration



In their traditions, all are also suspicious of faces

You guess the dick here, we are on our ambitions

We mutate fit, life is, the bull is bulls

Seeing a passerby in the face of an unfriendly view



Asks to smoke, we answer, what was not smoked

We were rude, we turned off, we said

We don’t be rude, who knew that this was a drunken opera

At least do not go outside, now we are sitting on the huts



On ha, on the hopki, the jamb is on, come on, come on

Flashlight without a light bulb, not just like that, pass

The column is loud, the thugs sounds

On our bench - always nishtyak



Moscow-Togliatti. Surge is not vanity. What are you? And we are not what

Are you responsible for the bazaar? I am responsible for the bazaar. It seems not to smoke

They definitely not smoked, huh? Exactly

I am to him like that, what are you like that? And I'm not what, and what are you? And what