4K, ГАМОРА - Набирай
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So, it's all tucked away, my head's in a daze.
The exhaust stinks in the cabin, it's almost painful.
Blinked the traffic light, flashed the high beams.
It's like a blunder, they were hitting it sideways.
TL Gamora, Yekaterinburg Cheka (fuck)
Allow me to smash the posts.
Looks like I'm in my tenth year in the underground class.
This is still a classic.
Two winters in the old summer, Chinese Vossen.
A four on the floor, the cups are gone.
A shitload of people, like on the morning bus.
To drag themselves to the garages and chat about the news.
The boys have all joined in.
Get excited, neither of them has deflated.
Gamora, Cheka, just the way you wanted, brother.
Yekaterinburg, Tolyatti.
Who told you we're no longer in the game? This is 4K and Gamora's container is floating in a bucket.
We start low and go all the way to the end without a hitch.
We're burning for our brothers, TLT and Ekb.
Yes, we need fresh smoke, yes, we need more vapor.
We need pure, natural smoke, not cloudy poison.
They gave us some crab in the neighborhood, and I threw it on the floor past the bowl.
I passed it to my brother, and before that, I put some eye drops in his eyes.
Who cares about grams, but we need it so much.
We brewed it for the crowd so the bass would be satisfying.
They ducked into the courtyards secretly and piled on the bass in public.
In the dark ghetto, they dissolved into a rolled-up circle.
We started at 8:10 PM, a bowl, some pads, and pins.
It's 1995 and I pour the same stuff at gas stations.
We stuff cigarettes from a faceted glass.
Be patient. Extremely neat, the style is honed like a katana
Aaaah, fist to the ceiling, there's a bass sound
Aaaah, pounding the lows for the guys in the VAZ
Aaah, Gelik Mark or Lada on the floor
If you fly to our area, call me back
Aaah, cut the springs
Aaah, I boiled it, don't freeze
Aaah, Bavarian, Lada, or Samurai
If you fly to our area, the numbers are the same - call me
I looked at my watch but didn't see the time
Incomplete division, who was entrusted again?
The friction of flint helps the boiling process
In the end, I exhaled the aroma of potion out the window
The road spreads out near the shock of the shoulder strap
We're driving smoothly, the road surface slightly touches the threshold
4K, Gamora, like in the apparatuses, the passage
On the Togliatti VAZ, a stern and dull forehead
What year does the cop want to secure the side?
Where are the sports suits, but the income, something's not It's growing
Brake control watches the road for hours
But tire tracks have been appearing in the courtyards for a long time
We don't show up here until the melting point, something's brewing here
What difference does it make what business we're going on?
After dinner, chop up the car interior a bit wider
This is the Gamora check for your neighborhood
Boil a bottle, I'm approaching the entrance
So much time has passed, but I still sometimes chop
Apparently, my clear light, I light it, I don't put it out
I asked you to depict it, no problem, I'll depict it
If rap is wushu, then there are two serious schools here
Ekb Khimmash au, TLT TAZ motors
Music here from Priora, music where the factories are
Bringing signature sound, salute to everyone, 4K Gamora
Cars to the floor, smoothly floating on the waves
This is coming out of the neighborhood to go to the courtyards
The gentleman turned it on, but the lady didn't
Homemade, as we know, I know, here and made it myself
Transmitted it to a friend via wires or the internet
In the style of two zero one two, brother—that's old school
Music, music, music, music, whatever
It's coming from the courtyards, and we couldn't do otherwise
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