Brother Ost on the beat like in the good old days
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Dubas!
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listen
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Brazilian
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I will rap not for the money
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15 years I drive like a Porsche, not like an old bike
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And from an early age, they began to believe in the support of a friend
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I know my brother is by my side from Tuesday to Monday (yeah)
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And who remembers Stary Melnik beer right now?
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For a snack, seeds, crackers and a couple of caramels
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Who from Veshnyakov will understand what the guy is grinding
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I take a cue ball, I write texts when the telly is worn out
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Like a ship's sail, I undress for RO
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Rapper, my wind will lift your skirt
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With me Dubas, next to Bang and godfather Magu (bro)
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Our verses are sweet like Rahat Lokum
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Loham - the sound of noise, worthy - the sound of labor
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Hey, don't throw fluff here
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You run to drink, and we go to fuck mike
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I respect the Champions League, not Fight Night
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Hey hey, let's go back in time, remember how it was there
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Bracho! |
Let's. |
Go
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I'm blowing dust off the album, Mishan and I are here
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It's 2007, but it was like the other day
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In my hands is a dead ball, not a joint with grass
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And we want a cola cop, don't need a henny horse
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Mom, we are growing by leaps and bounds! |
First meeting with Dubas
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I'm 17, I rock at Max's concert
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Let my topics fly into the hall at that moment past the cash register
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With Dubby, life will still bring - intuitively, brotherly
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I remember the message from Braz: “Track score! |
You will be with us!
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And in the moment a big club is in front of me, not a bedroom
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I remember the first grandmother, after the Lower chirp
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With him to the hut I walk so imposingly and decorously
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RO - love without a reason, as it is written from above
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A man stands in front of the micro, rushing with the excitement of the boy
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I know they will write again, they say, it’s not right and wrong
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But the verses of my boys are making noise over the beats
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I shoot up, no matter how it is appreciated
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I'm sure my boys will achieve their goal
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Doing what is fashionable is far from a panacea
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We will rock the same gang on stage
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We will share the same truth with you
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We have been in your player for a long time as a talisman
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We climbed out of the thick fog again
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Broken dreams, a veil of self-deception
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It is important not to forget the main thing over the years
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Well, who knew that all the secrets would become clear
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And now it's time to collect the stones (it's time)
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But at one point your timer will turn off
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I will do what's high, what sticks
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Without justifying yourself that life is like this
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Perhaps someone will say that we are no longer the same
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But we live not once, but every day (every-every)
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If our varik calmed down, then rap hara-kiri
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Walls leave my verse like Harry Houdini
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I launched a ship with him along with streams from an ice floe
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We continue to carry the essence and we are not united by speeches
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Warm welcome motives, not to a sad look
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The cart shakes robustly, Osta is a bit like jam for tea
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If your boss is cunning and broadcasts about profit
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That more often he has cats behind him, and it is more difficult to find a way out where
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I took a breath, I believed in myself
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The 500th Merin rolled around Moscow at night
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And someone at the same time was going to deceive
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But from the square, the summer wind made it clear that the vector was not correct.
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At least we already have a relationship with the game
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Like a teacher at the university, like in attack hockey
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Just as hard in this thread from Tuesday to Monday
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??? |
the message is still the same, only with a new trend, yes |