Who said that Rostov is not on the map,
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Brains are not a desk, you are looking in the wrong place.
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"You know, we are much higher, you hear!"
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I'm talking with you.
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The boys from Krasnodar are already here and eager to fight.
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With me the one who makes the beats chic,
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The notes are bright with all sorts of old noises.
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Know that everything that is ours is yours, do not forget. |
(cough) -
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Sorry, cough. It's just their years taken from rappers with experience.
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Let's put it this way: we often gathered in a close circle of friends.
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Bitches lined up like a mausoleum.
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We took a couple of packs of the plan, drive and beer,
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In general, everything that was needed.
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The streets gave me my name. |
Do you remember me?
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The answer is no here does not tulyatsya.
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While mom was on the edge of her nerves,
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I was among those who could appreciate my masterpieces.
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Hey you, beware of your sword
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Don't wait for the urine to hit your head
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Rostov and Krasnodar meet.
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South-East Europe - the land gives fruits of cheerful dill.
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The breed of every second garden,
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Especially in Krasnodar, where we have been more than once
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And the Kuban peppers warmed us generously.
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Yes, and in Rostov, too, inserts no later.
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There is a drink - the method of preparation is not complicated.
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I plucked, folded, poured, cooked, squeezed, drank, waited.
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I waited - and f * zdets! |
In short, what fuss in the north for weeks,
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They charge with greenery - in the south, chickens with feathers do not peck.
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Sometimes you need to know the horses, but if it's in season, then the boys
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Fun doses won't leave you serious
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It's too late to hide, if something is forced.
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Not by single fraternal warm-ups
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Glory to the southern nation
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just garbage-pid * rasta tattered. |
Well, take it off
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although, tense nasty.
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The southern district is famous for its stormy tastes, customs,
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Crushing herbs, serious injuries, dramas,
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Fucking chicks United Cast and Mary Jane on this track
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In the first in the new century, in your deck.
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You noticed - there are two styles.
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Two beatmakers were making an effort.
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The rhythms are not the same.
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The name of the first is OG, my name is Vladi,
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near the Serpent from the Edges.
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Right now my bit is rushing, whoever is against it will close his mouth,
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because my move, when it's yours, then - "Don't yawn!"
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Ceramics breaks, glasses fly, boys in firewood,
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"Keep at least two meters from the speakers."
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"Snake and Vladi How rushing, not in the mind?"
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"F*ck me, it's all right! On the street or in the house?"
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"Fuck, everything is fine! Che, did you find Rostov on the map?"
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"Here it is, everything is in order! Near Krasnodar, by the way."
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One hundred pounds, a little south, like rushing, not in the mind?
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"F*ck, it's all right! On the street or in the house?"
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"Fuck, it's all right! Che, did you find Rostov on the map?"
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"Here it is, everything is in order. Near Krasnodar, by the way. You already said..." |