On the speedometer one hundred and twenty - we rush,
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Track number twelve sounds
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Rocking Casta. |
For the first-class shawl,
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Two rapper's barely pierced eyes are flying.
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We'll circle until evening, there's nothing to do.
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Personally, we are always rushing around like that, we are being treated with planchik,
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It’s easier for us, the inhabitants of the South, to have plenty of greenery.
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Bro, slow down, let's drive along Sadovaya.
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In short, everything is awesome. |
Let's get a little tired
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But they got what they were looking for. |
"What's next?"
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Rastabachili, scored, started smoking, puffing,
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In the car, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke.
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Kind, oblique, in two snouts,
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Cooler than the Benny Hill show.
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Badly beguiled, then generally closed!
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Khamil has a hysteria, I have a panic,
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I would become a balloon if I accepted a couple more wigs!
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Old or young, small or big
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Listen, listen further. |
Next is the schedule:
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Khamil pushes the idea to the stoned Serpent,
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That is, for me to go to the district in such shit.
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"So what, let's go!" We poured gasoline, drove to the pharmacy,
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We bought a visa, rubber sparkles like a bird.
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The machine roars with soot, we've made it halfway,
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But whatever one may say, for a long time Khamil presses on the floor.
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He presses on the gas, and on the speedometer forty, no more,
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Kilometers per hour. |
Either rushing us like that, or the device is in the trash.
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In half, I don’t know what is true. |
"You decide for yourself!"
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Two hours later, the two heroes of the story reached the base,
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Caught up right away.
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We are driving and we see a UAZ. |
Infection!
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The cop at the curb is preoccupied, puzzled,
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He almost cries. |
"Come on hide!"
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I start to encrypt the rest of the ganja,
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And rushing all the same, even stronger.
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We are stopped by this tattered woodpecker,
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I throw the grass on the floor, well, I sort of hid it.
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Everyone, we know, got stuck in such shnyag,
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And the cop just asked us to take his carriage in tow.
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"Hool * us, boars!" |
We go without any questions.
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Don't give a fuck that the bobbie is hanging somewhere behind on a cable.
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“What the hell, Snake, did you get stuck properly?”
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"It's clear. |
Silence means consent!
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We did not wheel in vain. |
Half a day was killed.
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“Do you hear? |
Oops, hello! |
Look in the mirror!”
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"Do you see it too? |
What the fuck are ghosts?”
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“More like a cold! |
Hul* are we driving so slowly?”
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Suspicious. |
Not surprising,
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What evil spirits have been clinging to us.
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"Maybe they'll pass? |
Somehow it was…”
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Recently like, in my opinion, even today.
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“Oh, what? |
We are in our own area!”
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"Let's get down! |
Buckle up! |
And we drove."
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Gave soot
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the cops were waiting
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Tied from behind, although they didn’t see anything like that.
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In my experience, but they blinked their headlights,
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The sirens began to sound. |
I thought they were behind.
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Not! |
Everything is just beginning ... They stuck,
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Like a bath leaf on your ass! |
Fuck them!
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Better be scared! |
Their Schumacher is not yet aware
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What got on the tour!
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Let's walk around the blocks, show our streets.
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They themselves will not come here again.
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Imagine how they squint
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Seeing the digging of roads since the revolution.
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Gas to the floor, steering wheel in a sharp turn. |
I smile!
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UAZ plows someone's garden, tumbling.
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"It's strange... Somehow our nag has so many
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Increased speed? |
Serpent, are you sighted?
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Look, maybe it seemed?
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There was something like a cable dangling from behind ...
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Well, sure. |
I'm scared and funny to the point of pain.
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Cops now catch like real cowboys! |