| Chorus:
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| Volga is my river, waves to my homeland,
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| What would the right hand, to my melody.
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| I'm a rare type in appearance, by rap ... killed,
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| Stitched for years, I'm still a parasite.
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| Didn't change the outfit, didn't exceed the limit,
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| Like a parasite on the beat, the first album hurts.
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| Wow wow wow, a message to all cities,
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| Waste ta ta, catch what you blinded yourself.
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| Let's do a swing so that the body sweats,
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| The blood boiled, and the veins moved.
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| The product is not rotten, which means it does not cut the ear,
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| If my rap is shit, then you are one of the flies.
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| the wick has not gone out, all the same style,
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| Thrashing words, from left to right. |
| Ah-ah-ah.
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| And let my pocket be empty, but I'm full of the crowd,
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| Hello everyone in MP3, wait for the second volume.
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| Lyricist.
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| Remember these letters, I will be in your head.
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| Put on a muzzle, we put on fashion,
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| And there are already many of us, thanks to the people.
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| Chorus:
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| Volga is my river, waves to my homeland,
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| What would the right hand, to my melody.
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| I'm a rare type in appearance, by rap ... killed,
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| Stitched for years, I'm still a parasite.
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| Volga is my river, waves to my homeland,
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| What would the right hand, to my melody.
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| I'm a rare type in appearance, by rap ... killed,
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| Stitched for years, I'm still a parasite.
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| Who is this Vasya that paints the wall for me,
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| Offended in class, VKontakte is dangerous.
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| Punched in the base, not shaved under the skirt,
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| To each on the head, I will fall like a meteorite.
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| Taste it, put plus under the dishes,
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| I'm a crazy cook, I can jazz, I can blues.
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| The ceiling is crumbling, a piece of paper, a cue ball,
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| A sip of mineral water, the neighbors are in shock.
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| Make it louder, what would hammer,
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| Give noise to your ears to dry your brains.
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| Salute to all cities, make the circle wider,
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| not a rooster for you, all my topics are here.
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| Everything will be Russian good, we dance and sing,
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| Just press play, let's drive away the longing together.
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| Everything will be Russian good, we dance and sing,
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| Just press play, let's drive away the longing together.
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| Chorus:
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| Volga is my river, waves to my homeland,
|
| What would the right hand, to my melody.
|
| I'm a rare type in appearance, by rap ... killed,
|
| Stitched for years, I'm still a parasite.
|
| Volga is my river, waves to my homeland,
|
| What would the right hand, to my melody.
|
| I'm a rare type in appearance, by rap ... killed,
|
| Stitched for years, I'm still a parasite.
|
| Volga is my river, waves to my homeland,
|
| What would the right hand, to my melody.
|
| I'm a rare type in appearance, by rap ... killed,
|
| Stitched for years, I'm still a parasite.
|
| Volga is my river, waves to my homeland,
|
| What would the right hand, to my melody.
|
| I'm a rare type in appearance, by rap ... killed,
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| Stitched for years, I'm still a parasite. |