Гамора - Hala
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HALA-HALA, we're leaving the basement

So that the crowd rocks, so that everyone shouts: “Bravo!”

From left to right, it smokes, the container is saturated with soot

I hugged the underground tightly without leaving the block



HALA-HALA, we're leaving the basement

So that the crowd rocks, so that everyone shouts: “Bravo!”

From left to right, it smokes, the container is saturated with soot

I hugged the underground tightly without leaving the block



R-ra, we fly in like Thompson submachine guns

There is a comma on black, this style is not looking for a sponsor

Our number 23, crosses like from outer space

Under the flag of Jordan we, regardless of age



I don’t simply disturb and I don’t need anything complicated

There's a smell of hopelessness in the atmosphere around the area

We're straight from the past, for the sake of everything possible

They even came to take this game from a black man



Do it!Make only high-quality sound!

Later we will see the amplitude of all raised hands

Neighborhoods are rocked by the music of those gathered in a circle

Something changed around - we did not change the route



There is wild fruit here, between the walls it sells for a ruble

Who shouted from the window and who shouted very rudely

Someone goes to work, someone leaves the club

Sneakers are stained with mud, dark, gray morning



With our CREW we are going to throw a house party here

Press start, there are plans to increase the degrees in the control room

22 bastards, bloggers shave their anuses

This is GAMORA, brother, let's drown!Take your fingers off the pause



Without the left easy option, still the same shit

According to the old scheme, sounds, ep-te, in the right proportions

Underground paints it black, the walls are not scratched

He gave each brother of rap a portion



This is not a suicide squad and he does not fumble with the lyre

A couple of gray hairs were hidden under a light Bini

Basota interferes with the classics in nicotine

They went out in old clothes, GAMORA is on air



There's something wrong with rap, gangsters wear bikinis

What style is blue?Hearing mini?Pooh Weenie?A?

Our music is not on display

The gateway is here, hear the freak, Farma flow-Houdini



I cut down from the high-rise clearly, from Dragunov

We’ll make the cache ourselves, no contract needed, stopudova

Wide jersey with Neuron chains shining on top

Planet basketball ball, I took it from LeBron



I spin it on my finger, put a fierce flow into the mix

I didn't get caught, I'm a dirty Professor X

There's no place for you if you're a sweet fagot like Twix

Turn into Manhattan before you end up in evil Queens



There are a lot of bix here, as leaky as Britney Spears

There are a lot of rats here, so fuck them, fuck the police

Here the cannabis is wrapped in candy wrappers, like barberry

The strong port in the throats of the goons has long gone sour



The tracks of our gang go to the very bottom of the subway

We represent the streets, shine in Air Nikes

I'm old Mafon, if you have any misunderstandings with me

I bite my ears and chew like Tyson jellybeans



If the left "Nike" was vpared

We'll grab you like Mike!



HALA-HALA, we're leaving the basement

So that the crowd rocks, so that everyone shouts: “Bravo!”

From left to right, it smokes, the container is saturated with soot

I hugged the underground tightly without leaving the block



HALA-HALA, we're leaving the basement

So that the crowd rocks, so that everyone shouts: “Bravo!”

From left to right, it smokes, the container is saturated with soot

I hugged the underground tightly without leaving the block



HALA-HALA!