ГАМОРА, Руслан Черный - Твоя улица - наш клип
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So start, let's start
Panchi is drunk in a little way, do not find out,
Life is full of hardcore, every close road to me,
"Black and Gamora" - shouted in chorus.

I am in a white T -shirt with a crycode icon,
I devote life to creativity so as not to read freestyle,
Play the Tush orchestra, pick up the context,
Such a batch shows interest here.

While you chewed popcorn in a chair,
Here the whole lads of Russia made a bottle of black,
Not inlaid, but gradation given by the Almighty,
And the lines from my life will not be superfluous for you.

Everything changes and the end of the groundhog has come
How life ends when pressing a trigger,
I am the philosopher is the one that I did not attend the conservatory,
How I will be, this is a whole story, Bro.

Do not fall to the bottom to go forward so that the whole relative is proud
All we have we have achieved our labor ourselves
We have changed avoiding the cell and consequences
But it so happened that we were under investigation

Yes! All our music is not melodic
And if you want novelty from us similarly
We write for our so we are not critical
We come from the courtyards and we know everything perfectly here

Let it not epic and not joyful as you wanted
The main thing is in fact everything, and so that it has for us
Here is the same grayness, but we are hawing everything from one bowl
And each new track, it only comes out for the sake of loved ones!

This is Gamora and the Russian Black and we were remarked
Peace to all of ours and whom from the other world has returned
A bit shake off and so further along the way
What we have just as we have to mutter without Polyva!

Your street is our clip
Your street is our clip
Your street is our clip
If you understand this, if not, don't pretend

Your street is our clip
Your street is our clip
Your street is our clip
You call yourself a rape while the lad is sleeping!

A thousand stories forgets time
Our thousands of verses are inside generations
I do not want and not ready, I do not hold doubt in my hands
This is what our tribe inflates every day

We inflate this sound among B-concrete slabs
We hear on the forward you hear an empty bit
It's just somewhere a track, where it is a hit
You carry it like yours if you need a guide

In music we are a conductor, there will be an hour on the clock
Why shoot it? Your street is our video!
We are in cities today, tomorrow we are on the whole planet
These are dancing on fire, Russian rap now decree

And I only need a table, chair, water a piece of paper
I will leave nothing more on the sheets of this notebook
Someone writes on always, someone writes only for the sake
We make hip-hop the same in the look

Pile up, we are in your house with Rus,
Chelyaba from Totti on a microphone
True, in the word you yourself know everything in the smoothness
We drive on rap, and we drop the rhymes to this bit of rhymes

Lyapa clean will only lie good
Black and Gamora are stinging like a cobra
Here brother is for his brother and there is no trop
In the asphalt fucking Kopa

The centuries have not been hidden in the walls
Brother, Shlyuzograd, One Love, he is our contribution
Up the fax, gave a sign, a fact is given
They leaned all the ideas in the rap and picked up in the ladder

Burdak style, in the house full house brother
In the country where the whole contract is, we survived somehow
E with music in the tact, so everything is standard
How can we hear us? We can be heard intelligently!

Your street is our clip
Your street is our clip
Your street is our clip
If you understand this, if not, don't pretend

Your street is our clip
Your street is our clip
Your street is our clip
You call yourself a rape while the lad is sleeping!