| We were not a herd, we did not waste time
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| Grazed behind the market, lived by street rules
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| Wandered around the bars, harniks beat hucksters
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| We trusted each other, did not trust the cops and women
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| Everything was fucked up, bro remained a brother
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| Bad B. couldn't be, could be Bad B. brigade
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| The Cossack gang walked from Azov to Petrograd
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| Our sendings were appreciated only by those who guessed the meaning
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| We broke sandals, words rhymed without a plan
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| They wrote on the walls with blood - it was an oath
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| The true saga that every kid is a tramp
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| We never asked, we took the main thing
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| Rap sounded everywhere, in the walls of closed basements
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| The smoke of grass, the street soaked us with fumes
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| That underground inside of us is hip-hop without a set-up
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| Bad B. changed the system, but lacked strength
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| Little by little, according to the plan, they beat the assholes fucked
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| Redeemed gondons who needed fame
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| Thought flew everywhere, who rules the business of the word
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| A lot of wooden hucksters, mediocre suckers
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| Tried to set traps, not knowing how to pedal
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| In the West, there were layouts on how to raise salaries in rap
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| Rushed to Russia, and there in the cities partisans
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| Quietly traded muse - it fucked us up
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| Business given to pirates, including high-beam headlights
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| The authorities rolled balloons, not knowing the motives
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| Considering lawn weeds, thieves of rights and laws
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| We extinguished severely, but the crowd was not ready
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| The streets knew the details - Bad B.
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| Bros, corefans, we created a battlefield
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| Where they invited anyone, they worked outside the law
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| There were set-ups, pizdabols handed us over,
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| But as soon as we went out, the rats hid in holes
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| We went to the mountains again to draw urban patterns
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| Strongly holding the crown, millions followed us
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| Little by little, according to the plan, they beat the assholes fucked
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| Redeemed gondons who needed fame
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| Thought flew everywhere, who rules the business of the word
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little, according to the plan, they beat the assholes fucked
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| They took money from condoms, who needed fame
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| They took cash in both black and white, we had a panorama
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| We immediately put their capital into action
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| What was left went to children and ladies
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| The rest went down the clubs, the bars
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| Went to record team and solo albums
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| Reinforcing our status through worthy tracks,
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| And whoever is pissing behind his back, let him piss
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| Wanting to beef with me, causing scandals
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| We did not peck at such attacks for the sake of advertising
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| They got them with bits in dark quarters
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| Smiled in their faces, they twisted the fuck
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| Realizing their weakness, they were taken by black envy
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| To our machines, capitals and women
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| Marveling at how we turn things into gold
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| Little by little, according to the plan, they beat the assholes fucked
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| Redeemed gondons who needed fame
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| Thought flew everywhere, who rules the business of the word
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan
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| Little by little according to plan |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Мало-по-малу , by - Bad Balance. Song from the album Мало-помалу, in the genre Русский рэп