zoo in space, Бэд43, Alexstereotip, Пыха Пулемёт feat. Metox - Шейкер
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Listen, right, my people need money
Porsche, Meren, even in a Touareg
Driving, healing, my brother like a paramedic
So morning and evening, morning, evening
Listen, right, my people need money
Porsche, Meren, even in a Touareg
Driving, healing, my brother like a paramedic
So morning and evening, morning, evening
Being first is a matter of honor, I play fair, like Lampard at Chelsea
Yards and entrances are witnesses to my childhood
Nothing is useless, goals and means, I took my seat
I'll keep the place in my memory, it's my personal hard drive
I hear the pain of these streets, people live without purpose
We're at the epicenter of crime, everyone in our neighborhood is under fire
Hey, cop, take off your chains, they know their worth here on the square
I need bucks for apartments in the center, like a patient needs a placebo effect
Another shock, I was killing myself Into the meat
Playing with fire has become dangerous, I wanted to understand who I am
I've become unbridled, I've stopped fearing temptations
Life is an obstacle course, I don't hide my head like a turtle in its shell
I need money, at least to grab something, yeah
I need money, at least for a woman
After all, I just got out of prison, they were doing a don't stop
But the law has very long legs
Don't leave fingerprints - the primary commandment
Money trickled in, so that it would be quiet, like a whirlwind
Don't save it, don't go to protests
And fuck the regime while remaining invisible
Russia has had its fill of dirty lavash
The girl was so delighted when she saw a clean killer
I can't give up these thoughts about the past
All the dirt is Nasatoshi, we're fucking again
So that I can drive a Porsche, but slower, longer
You'll get fucked faster, so fuck off
It's better to mess around Capital only with pure means, determined by the heart
Where these hertz are roaring, don't end up hooked on pepper
Look only upward, but not for the dough, that your time on earth was pure
Without resorting to lawyers, only help from God, no better than an assistant
Listen, right, my people need money
Porsche, Meren, at least in a Touareg
Rides, heals, my brother like a paramedic
So morning and evening, morning, evening
Under my ass is a demon here, a little darker than the color of the asphalt
Setting my nerves on fire, sensing the topic, meeting in a sleeping place
I'm flying to work, because it's not proper to live until payday
Subs are pounding, goods in the back, a horseman without a brain
When the dome of sunset
Suddenly fell on the city of Tenacly
And hits the pocket with the rest for tomorrow
Stronger and more zealous than the tail of a stegosaurus
Again, I hear the cackling of a crow
The bell tolls, curls like a snake Road
One on one: me and the city of vice
Burning each other through dark windows
I, like everyone else in this swamp,
Just looking for a way to make money
Look, by the concrete canvases
In pursuit of frantic mana for dope
Dirt has filled Gotham
And throwing out the Joker is the only
Chance, but it's like Ken Block
After all, it could easily backfire on me
Give me nine lives
I'll stick around for two of them for sure
I'm a hedonist in search of
A holy spring
All sorts of things have happened
You can't tell right away
Born and died
Among the high-rise buildings
But be that as it may, ebb and flow, we are guests in this fucking world
Everyone wants as much as possible and forgets to leave behind
The street has seen a ton of scenarios, all alike
The names of the main characters on the slabs, goosebumps, passing by
Money, money, money, I'm only too happy about it, but moving I'm too lazy
I have too little time, I prefer plants to accelerators
I'm not ready to sell my soul to the devil, what do you want, who are you listening to?
You'll leave and no one will even remember. I had money, but no one cares.