4K, Диман Брюханов - Тихо из дворов
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We roll quietly out of the courtyards, tightly, the wheel under the arch
There are five circles around the area, three turns with an angle grinder
Don't give a fuck about being so young, you don't care about gays
The boys don't see the light and are afraid of heights
Kicks Pride in the back, a penny on the front
Do you remember dad said: “What’s wrong with wearing glasses?”
In the meantime, the bumper has moved slightly away from the body (To hell with it)
Windows near the Land Cruiser threshold
Lots of smoke on the plastic panel
Our rap is also a fighting classic
Siberia, Ekat, sports uniform only
We throw bypass salam from the Urals to the edge
Lays a basin out of the darkness
You know without any hints
Bosota your kents
Just don't make a fool of yourself
CHK plus one
The boys don't see the light and are afraid of heights
Quietly from the courtyards, rolled without numbers
The guys there have concrete armor to protect them from garbage.
The eyes are accustomed to the darkness and do not see the light
The carriage is pulled with the forehead
There from the courtyards, rolled without numbers
The guys there have concrete armor to protect them from garbage.
The eyes are accustomed to the darkness and do not see the light
The carriage is pulled with the forehead
The carriage is pulled with the forehead, the twenty-third summer
Today chicks are more often than Priora from under their grandfather
I'm not a fucking legend, like for uncle Mister Creed
But I’ll pump up a lot in your neighbor’s car
Again ghetto areas, again a minimum of clearance
Boys on old sneakers are waiting for a boy's rap
On the bare feet here you have to forever splice a coin
Don't say anything, because you understand this, bro.
Life isn't all sugar, then couple with a tailwind
Add gas and bass, let's pile it up
Diman Bryukhanov and 4k on verses
It plays loudly while around the area somewhere
The carriage rolls quietly, tightly without numbers
The carriage rolls quietly, tightly without numbers
Echoes the new fit for the boys
Quietly from the courtyards, rolled without numbers
The guys there have concrete armor to protect them from garbage.
The eyes are accustomed to the darkness and do not see the light
The carriage is pulled with the forehead
There from the courtyards, rolled without numbers
The guys there have concrete armor to protect them from garbage.
The eyes are accustomed to the darkness and do not see the light
The carriage is pulled with the forehead
Papier blown up, cabin tinted
At the minimum clearance, the devyatina rolls beautifully with smoke
The glare reflected the lights of the courtyard area
Stop near the store, the dimensions are not visible
We slowly drove out to where we picked it up in a calm style
Stealth mode active
On a sports car, a projectile, mines fly
They wanted to secure the garbage, but they separated peacefully
Quietly from the courtyards, with the window slightly open
Threw away at the sight of the sheriff
The perimeter is wired, the sub is powered according to the classics
Sparks from under the bumper, guys roll low
I exhale with joy, I look at the road
From the table I grab another lonely one
Around the area among concrete slabs and courtyards
A black carriage rolls without numbers
Quietly from the courtyards, rolled without numbers
The guys there have concrete armor to protect them from garbage.
The eyes are accustomed to the darkness and do not see the light
The carriage is pulled with the forehead
There from the courtyards, rolled without numbers
The guys there have concrete armor to protect them from garbage.
The eyes are accustomed to the darkness and do not see the light
The carriage is pulled with the forehead