K-k, ah-ah, p, ah-ah.
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K, a-a, p, a-a.
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This is K-a-p-a.
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Gang-Do, proven old style,
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Like Mortal Kombat, Motaro - I charge cash blows.
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(Corsairs from Kazan Tatars from Cheboksary,) hussars
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Trucks are waiting from Samara for rap bazaar.
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The headlights are out, we are burning the guitars.
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Fires all around, Zhiguli dunes.
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We are coming to the bar through the strings of our guitar.
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You can’t escape punishment, we just catch fumes.
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Paired up, bar raids going on, drinking
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Then to huts-shacks.
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Shmaras were built for bunks on bunks in poses.
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After that, there are bottles full of containers, son.
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“This is only the beginning, brother.
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K-k, ah-ah, p, ah-ah.
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K, a-a, p, a-a.
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This is K-a-p.
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Further fuck it, I rushed into a club.
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My name is Kapa, and for friends it's just Kapets.
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I'm special in rap, my voice was fucked up.
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So, almost at the end, a messenger came with a plan.
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I'm flying cigarettes, (wigs) bang.
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I'll fly in and rush straight from the club.
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Motors blaze with fires, me and the boys
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We pass through the yards - our places are according to the program.
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We all burn with our eyes, we burn with dry trees,
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Red eyes, wild dry.
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I drink cognac and chew chocolate.
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We slowed down, turned back a little.
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The females stand in a row, smiling on duty.
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They were lit by a lantern, they don't seem to look bad.
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I get out of the motor, immediately on soft skis.
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Then quietly divorce, you know these shameless ones.
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— What do I need from them? |
Stupid question bro. |
Bazaar.
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- This is Shine M.S. Hear?
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The pulse is pounding in the ears, the floor of China sticks out.
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A gang, a bike, where it wants to sound
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On the themes of songs, it used to be a lot of cock scored,
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Then she threw freaks, like we don’t need the jackal’s feces.
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She won what she wanted, two stings.
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Like, I've been everywhere where the hand poured.
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Where the soul grabbed the muzzle, the leg got stuck.
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There, only there, I blew all the lavuha.
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She scored a dick, our swords are hot, why don't you heal.
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The heat is already like in an oven.
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A glass is full of cognac, the heat is growing in the hall.
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Gang to the end, don't even argue, impudent.
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They always threw words into the darkness on the topic.
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They hit, they were, they already ate a dog on this.
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Whoever knew Shaika would not give support.
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I really want the world to shake their heads. |