| I don't believe in your gangs, bitches, place, place
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| I reload, because from childhood there is a barrel
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| The place will not show you that fame
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| I bind you with a fishing line abruptly into the forest, hunger
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| I throw souls into urns (This)
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| I run into the shower (To shave my face)
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| The murderers froze (They will leave only to the side with a torn gut)
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| Shower again, repeat, stuffy table
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| Boring snob, it's a kush of basics
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| My hands absorb like blood
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| I printed an eyebrow, zero prints
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| No matter how loudly you cry, no one here hears you
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| Someone just heard a mouse, but right now they don't fucking hear
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| Your feelings are not a poster, we put all the chips at stake,
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| But will not take the harvest
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| Not enough money, need more cash
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| Fuck Monday, you need to eat too
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| What will the bullets change
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| I turn on the scope and shoot
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta, I see through this Hell
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta, blood everywhere, but emptiness inside
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta, will not be saved, oh yes
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, childhood is shaken and ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
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| It's time to go to our house
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| We played football there, they know we're not talking about anything
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| Everyone saw a flaw
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| They went to heaven, and everyone was honored
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| That team is taller, don't give a fuck about being short
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| Are you a child or an adult, a child or a teenager?
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| In the cradle they fall asleep with pistols by their side
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| Ha, tell me about the ghetto and the blocks
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| You don't have a chain around your neck, your neck is on a chain
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| You do not have wind in the tower, the wind blows you away
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| Compare on the table, you can't put it here
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| From the age of nine I see what closes the CD of the era of zero
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| You touch the bando and you will be dug in by 01
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| I burned my pockets again, but there won't be a hole
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| And it is unlikely that this one will be able to finally leave the game
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| Give me your number and we'll burn your number
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| Break down the door, even if you open it
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| I go out with your hoe through the spare
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| It is unlikely that I will understand how this world works
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| I don't remember who I am, but I remember you are nobody to me
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| You throw bombs, but the earth won't tremble from them
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| We cast glances where it will be high
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| I, I don't see the shores
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta, I see through this Hell
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta, blood everywhere, but emptiness inside
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta, will not be saved, oh yes
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, childhood is shaken and this is a flashback
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| It's time to go to our house
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| We played football there, they know we're not talking about anything
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| Everyone saw a flaw
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| They went to heaven, and everyone was honored
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| That team is taller, don't give a fuck about being short
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| Are you a child or an adult, a child or a teenager?
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| In the cradle they fall asleep with pistols by their side
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| Ha, tell me about the ghetto and the blocks |