Racing Portal, ah, Racing Club yo Racing Club banner on the back glass of Skyline
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on the passenger seat a green bottle of Sprite Lime
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The start is extreme, he knows where he came and that it is not legal
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He is afraid of the cops - that's right, on Ippadromskaya and Krylova
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it's hot today, fans of extreme racing flock there in flocks.
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Asphalt mirror, fumes from under the hood,
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muffler spewing flames
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Bit bass, rap ecstasy, chicks profile front face
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The red light went out, front, front.
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Not a single movement, then injection, gas to the floor.
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Great switch. |
2 hulls gap explosion 7 kilo-revs
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Opponent pass, nitrous oxide button clearly pressed
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after the last turn
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Our eyes do not perceive stop signals
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Always lit green blue numbers for evil
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From the speakers rushing hip-hop
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Speed melts glass
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My Auto is not a carriage, I mean, not a coffin, cigarettes and cigars are not smoked in it
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And so there is enough heat, leaving samovars at home, moving to bars
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When there is no parking for scum we occupy the sidewalks
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Yo Drag Racing
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the roar of engines is heard for quarters
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drag racing
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from line to line strictly
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402 meters RSX or INTEGRA
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SKYLINE or IMPREZA
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it's drag racing
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drag racing
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the roar of engines is heard for quarters
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drag racing
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from line to line strictly
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402 meters RSX or INTEGRA
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SKYLINE or IMPREZA
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it's drag racing
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This race is not legal, brother, this is a fight - it will be hot in here.
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2 eagles at the start are waiting for a duel
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who will win?
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Here, each minced machine
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Thirst for the finish line, chika mirages
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Started wait for the boy let's bashish
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Put money on the line, do things married
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good luck macho haa odds do not wait, prophetic dreams have fallen,
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open your eyes you see a sediment of dust in front of you
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Amigo, hey fight, win the prizes, the borders of the track, although the heat is visible
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Gas pedal to the floor
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erupts the flame like a volcano Glushak trunk
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with a roar of thunder you fly along the track, your foot on the gas
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Hand on the lever you're in the middle of a storm
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Streamlined Honda 19 inch exactly freedom
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Lack of speed is more important to you than lack of oxygen
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Your destiny: the road, but the goal is always: victory
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If possible, always be the first - your credo
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Overtaking in a stream of wind similar to lions and leopards
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Wheels claws tearing the canvas of the track
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leaving scars in the form of brake lines
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On it flickering in the light of headlights and lanterns
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You push forward even stronger, faster
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The engine roars worse than a wild beast
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In fractions of seconds, measuring time
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As for the finish line, it's still a bit, and here it is
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Congratulate yourself you won Brother,
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Our old road!
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drag racing
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the roar of engines is heard for quarters
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drag racing
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from line to line strictly
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402 meters RSX or INTEGRA
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SKYLINE or IMPREZA
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it's drag racing
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drag racing
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the roar of engines is heard for quarters
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drag racing
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from line to line strictly
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402 meters RSX or INTEGRA
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SKYLINE or IMPREZA
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it's drag racing
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yo yo yo yo Racing Portal, ah ah, Racing Club yo Drag Racing
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the roar of engines is heard for quarters
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drag racing
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from line to line strictly
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402 meters RSX or INTEGRA
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SKYLINE or IMPREZA
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it's drag racing
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drag racing
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the roar of engines is heard for quarters
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drag racing
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from line to line strictly
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402 meters RSX or INTEGRA
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SKYLINE or IMPREZA
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it's drag racing |