| This is the Rostov region, a nondescript town, Gukovo
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| This is Tel Aviv, Israel ... One love, guys, one theme
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| We ran to the beat of the letter, we filled the verses with pepper
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| So that every psycho and mediocrity, against whom the verse and warmed up
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| The oven bakes, but who will tell me from which MS the dough
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| Where we've been, they'll make pip... They're all fucked up there
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| They tied a new knot guys from the South, guys from Israel
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| It's like putting you in a corner, just pointing your finger, no B, no fucking barking
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| If we moved further on business, then you spent the apogee
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| Whose unique style, here is a crocodile and Z.K.
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| Let's be more cheerful in the scrap hand over mourning
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| In the city of coal there is no vark to die with his head, to dig a grave with an old
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| We are on the move, soaring, cooking food, the hottest, hottest
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| We save in thousands of cash, the same topic, where Sarah's foot used to be
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| Is it bad luck with my old, healthy Kent
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| I will give it to the crab in my hand, I will say, bravo, brother, respect
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| This is not a pitchfork in the water, these morons need to be fucked in an instant so that everyone ...
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| Those that do not rummage and crap, but this does not prevent us from blurting out new topics
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| A new day will bear fruit, genre fanatics look forward
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| Someone will freeze or just won’t take it out, such nonsense with ears
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| Here Viva Z.K., Gukovsky Diga Ram rap, eat on the cart
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| You know that you guessed the little one, and henceforth you rummage. |