| 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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| They gave me soot, those cops were waiting for me
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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! |