Smoke, uncle, the lines from this notebook.
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You hardly hear on the radio
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For you this music is poison, but for my brothers
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With a * ban scenario, as an antidote.
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Like a virus in an antibiotic,
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Like it or not, but there is a little drug.
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And while blood runs and flesh breathes,
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It is necessary to nail, but not prick.
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The hall is rocking, but I didn't know what was left,
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It didn't seem to you, I suggested it,
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There is only one topic and no matter how it concerns you,
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Vasya, I am for legalization...
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As from an underbarrel, catch a parcel,
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It won't hurt if you know the password.
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Rap is not for a feast, the market is zero,
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But this is the third solo and that's the whole point.
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Chorus:
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Again in the dark entrance it is smoky,
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They uncovered the heel, but fuck us.
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If you have time, brother, drive up.
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If there are filks, hook the smoke.
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Again in the dark entrance it is smoky,
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They uncovered the heel, but fuck us.
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If you have time, brother, drive up.
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If there are filks, hook the smoke.
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I'll sign it as if by notes, not knowing the notes,
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In a pocket weave, stuck up for five hundred.
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On the bankrupt list, rap is not for banknotes,
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If you want stability, go to the factory.
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Hey, what did you do at your age,
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Except how, after all, he graduated from vocational school?
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You play DotA with the same idiot
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Or pushing drugs to idiots.
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In a rolled-up basin, in boilers from Prado,
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Or they are being transported outside the Moscow Ring Road in his trunk.
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Rolling cotton wool, waiting for the result,
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Or the result does not fit into the wallets.
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Fucked up rap, doubly fucked up,
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When the basses are hammering and the self-garden smokes.
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I slept a little for the brothers in Tolyatti,
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Just, for God's sake, don't abuse it.
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Fucked up rap, doubly fucked up,
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When the basses are hammering and the self-garden smokes.
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I slept a little for the brothers in Tolyatti,
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Just, for God's sake, don't abuse it.
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Chorus:
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Again in the dark entrance it is smoky,
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They uncovered the heel, but fuck us.
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If you have time, brother, drive up.
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If there are filks, hook the smoke.
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Again in the dark entrance it is smoky,
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They uncovered the heel, but fuck us.
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If you have time, brother, drive up.
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If there are filks, hook the smoke. |