What are we talking about
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Doesn't hide in holes
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Ashes and gunpowder
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8−12−9-9 changes route
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Time will tell who is a cool joker and which of us is a joker
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Who, in pursuit of a skirt, fell under the heel himself
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Whose shit will rock, and where is the rapper shit
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Hey allo! |
Here are the speeches of the trio on the air from the sands
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Life has turned so that the tracks are not enough for words
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The point is the absence or presence of brains
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Everything according to tradition, like plov from cast iron
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Old connections pull my peers back
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Where hera will give birth to devils in normal guys
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Olya is seventeen, she will take on front and back
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For a dose of joy from an uncle with a good fortune
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Hip-hap protects from dust in the nose
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Gives you the opportunity to see pop music from a mile away
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Entrepreneurs and commerce bring culture to an end
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History spins around the ring like a fool
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What are we talking about
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My pack does not hide in holes
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And soon we will mix ashes and gunpowder
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Ready, huh? |
BUT? |
Now it's bombing
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What are we talking about
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My pack does not hide in holes
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And soon we will mix ashes and gunpowder
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Ready, huh? |
BUT? |
Now it's bombing
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The eighth year of my life is like a dream
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And if a saif is always armed
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Yes, and it doesn’t matter how they present it beautifully
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They praise in the eyes here, but it is customary to spit in the back
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Wine, gloss, wax candles, cult of faith
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The Middle East is a style that tickles the nerves
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And if earlier I was in Moscow: "Vasya, hello"
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Ahmed answers my shalom, not salaam
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Rave. |
Eternal revenge by family and blood
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Black hashish through Lebanon settles on the conscience
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With him settles, like everywhere else, a lot of worries
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Doctors from Scoop are accepted with soul by the plant
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How did I get here? |
Do not ask. |
Time
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It takes its toll, but even now I don't regret anything
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I have someone to share with and who will pick up
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For everything I have, I thank you, Creator
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What are we talking about
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My pack does not hide in holes
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And soon we will mix ashes and gunpowder
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Ready, huh? |
BUT? |
Now it's bombing
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What are we talking about
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My pack does not hide in holes
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And soon we will mix ashes and gunpowder
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Ready, huh? |
BUT? |
Now it's bombing
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And then there are clouds of smoke, time flows and passes by
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Cults, rituals, everyday life, drama, satire
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In total, we twist weakness and strength on a magnifying glass
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Life is short, we are still here, where the clouds of smoke
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Time flows and passes by
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Cults, rituals, everyday life, drama, satire
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Fates are decided in the Duma. |
one picture
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Here and there, here and there, all over the world |