I woke up in the morning, the blue was gone.
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The guys under the window, like on wheelbarrows.
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Something is clearly rubbing, waiting, you see, for someone.
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Wasn't I gifted with this shit?
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There are thirty-two rings on my pipe
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And a dozen SMS from these balloons.
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Come on out, let's talk right now.
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Why ** al, it was our boy.
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It is necessary to dry out, it is necessary to pull in black.
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We need to call the guys back, let them break through the ward.
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They don't press on crosses, it's ugly.
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Although there will find three normal morons.
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Okay, they called back, as ours will drive up.
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X * whether to go out, there are Mavashi.
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Fifteen people. |
I'm not Bruce Lee to you.
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What is Bruce Lee? |
I'm not even Van Damme.
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The "hundredth" drives up, three muzzles.
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Like what and how, are we waiting for the guys for someone?
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They got something, showed something.
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Mine is on call, garbage from the Organized Crime Control Department.
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Some hang out here, some at the back entrance.
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Pull the fuck fast in sports fashion.
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Leave the yards, pull to the bridge.
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To the left of the fork, to the right of the post.
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If you want something, then do everything clearly.
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Remember about kneading, shackles, gratings.
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If you twist the numbers, do it silently.
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The flock did not fall, the flock will tear to shreds.
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Along fences, garages, then lanes.
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Between the school and the garden, the old nooks and crannies.
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Yes, what kind of urka is there? |
In drunken courage.
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Draws to adventure, beckons with hemorrhoids.
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Along that yellow pipe, straight along the ledge,
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I went down to the ground, fuck you will catch up with me
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I'm a stubborn guy, my mother shouted to me:
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"Hey, run, son, the legs feed the wolf."
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The dogs have fallen on their tails, I run fast.
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I stomp through puddles, I think for a rat.
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Who set me up? |
Who needs it?
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N*era, they came right into the hut.
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I ran like that for an hour, ran out to the barrel.
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I immediately jumped into the wheelbarrow, then over the bumps to the point.
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The day was very gray, the clouds got out.
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I remember how they hung out, celebrated their birthday.
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The suitcase was there like Ashot
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Yes, Ashot is in the country, with Sasha the Cypriot.
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After the club they pulled up to Gnome,
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And he took them like... Tom took them.
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Did you call him? |
Call Tom.
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Hello, this is Bird, are you still with Ashot?
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Tell him, "He's a f**k, I got busted."
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Say: "Near the house, guys from the Organized Crime Control Department."
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They are looking for him, let him turn on the mobile.
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Who cares? |
Let him at least twist it.
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The whole office knows who the bitch is firing at,
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Let him come to his senses, let him solve questions.
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If you want something, then do everything clearly.
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Remember about kneading, shackles, gratings.
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If you twist the numbers, do it silently.
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The flock did not fall, the flock will tear to shreds.
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If you want something, then do everything clearly.
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Remember about kneading, shackles, gratings.
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If you twist the numbers, do it silently.
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The flock did not fall, the flock will tear to shreds. |