| Hey, yo hall - bow and hello to all of you
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| We are here so that people know what a complete fuck
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| Happening with us... with dogs, betrothed for life
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| You can't fix millions of losses, it's better to fall under your feet
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| Where we trample the morning snow with slippers
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| Where I went off scale
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| To the sound of applause, he stuck faces into stupid whores
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| In the capital means only in Moscow
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| Everyone have fun, just don't fuck up your principles
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| I was bald and hairy, cocky, bitching
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| Covered and smeared, single and married
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| Patron huckster communist and democrat
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| Strings moved and bakhal for love fucked and in fact
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| Factor 2 is not our format, probably my paradise
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| Born from two papers, behind whiteness
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| Our flag, but not white, still pushing the topic
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| Everything will probably be right, but don't fuck your brother, brother
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| Brrra, Brrra, Bra-Brother won't get fucked by power
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| In the mind, options are climbing to get heat
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| We are different, but everything is the same from glass
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| Spring again - it's such a romance dragged on and pulled
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| We need a buzz from Baikonur, communes, currency in a tube
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| Salutes and the smoking muzzle of the blood of the revolution |
| Well-thought-out muddy schemes
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| A couple of minutes from the start of the take to the final mute
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| I'll sit here if I'm your distributor
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| Then rumors will run from here through a broken mouthpiece
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| The sick whore will again tell the deputy the necessary letters
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| We will bring the truth to you through serious ears
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| You all left, went with the stars, the sky save your son
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| Bridges burned - don't be afraid to lose the stimulus
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| We have their mountains, look, let's take it for yourself
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| Rub it, the system machine is on fire
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| And be a man, do not freeze, through the jungle of fuss
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| Petty faggots and in local clays
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| Insulin thin, but iron and not bent
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| Faithful, untouched, their nerves of steel
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| And this is hip then hop, the hands of the lads uphill
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| We don't give a fuck, lads' hands uphill
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| South-Eastern Administrative District, Eastern Administrative District, Central Administrative District, ZAO, North-Eastern Administrative District, South-Western Administrative District
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| All hands up!
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| And this is hip then hop, the hands of the lads uphill
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| We don't give a fuck, lads' hands uphill
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| South-Eastern Administrative District, Eastern Administrative District, Central Administrative District, ZAO, North-Eastern Administrative District, South-Western Administrative District
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| All hands up!
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| Sides of RA - give me peace, brother give good to brother
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| Where I flew, taking pipes and not taking from you
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| Where he was wrong and put a dick, knew a lot of different herbs
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| And lovingly devoured all the elements |
| Caught both scum and girls with an accent
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| Near the Volga coast seduced jokingly
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| I didn’t breed for trust, I bred a sucker
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| From the pseudo-famous rapper, "HA-HA" caught everything
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| I need more lave, the crowd is crying
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| No more crowds, they will cry for a buzz
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| No more highs, if it's a fucking high,
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| And if the buzz was bad, then fuck you
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| But gradually he delved into, behind unfinished mirages he was looking for happiness
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| I caught a cold in drafts, even coughed
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| Our everything will become yours
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| And I didn’t burn sales, because I wasn’t sold
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| And crap did not promise anyone
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| Then, having gone through at the entrance of the fashionable club, he came in like a hunter
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| On stupid bitches and rich assholes
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| In a retreat, he incomprehensibly bored her all morning
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| He didn’t take out the devil, apparently he didn’t love too much
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| Who else needs more - everyone come closer, what is our power?
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| And this is hip then hop, the hands of the lads uphill
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| We don't give a fuck, lads' hands uphill
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| South-Eastern Administrative District, Eastern Administrative District, Central Administrative District, ZAO, North-Eastern Administrative District, South-Western Administrative District
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| All hands up!
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| And this is hip then hop, the hands of the lads uphill
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| We don't give a fuck, lads' hands uphill
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| South-Eastern Administrative District, Eastern Administrative District, Central Administrative District, ZAO, North-Eastern Administrative District, South-Western Administrative District
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| All hands up! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Всем поклон и привет , by - Loc-Dog. Song from the album Всем до свидания, in the genre Русский рэп