— Come out, clowns, the boss wants to see you.
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- Well, I'm listening
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- I have a day off on Wednesday, and my friends and I decided to have a good time in the capital
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— The air is bad in the suburbs, you understand? |
We ran through the rich
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block, it's just chic
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Who put them on that fucking movie "Yamakashi"
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It's underground, it's a good old classic
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Eyes are burning, neighbors are calling for an outfit
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We have been writing texts about poison for ten years in a row
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Let's keep it simple, put on a warm sweatshirt
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I poured everything into the lava near Rostov, the garbage is delighted
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We are like Cousteau's team, we conquer the Black Sea
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Hello, fellow countryman, we mainly grow poplars
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There is a clearing covered, sit down, let's chat
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We ride a baby, look don't get dirty
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If you are looking for freebies, you have come to the right place
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We go to the showdown, like in the good old days
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Buying a lever on a box is dangerous
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You want to burn my face - well, you can try
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Life rolls on like clockwork
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- And now, we are walking past a wonderful palace, just class. |
Yes, there is no Cinderella, and suddenly,
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we hear noise. |
Some screams, as if Cinderella had been fucked. |
And we stood up as one
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for protection, we did not call the pharaohs. |
The point is that, do not be offended,
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but even pit bulls are afraid of pharaohs in the suburbs, not like us. |
The gates were locked
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we are over the fence. |
And they rushed to help, the window was open, there were two bandits
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Smooth bit, ethyl alcohol boils, capa is brewed
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There is a sound of grab in it, reception from the banks of the Volga
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Hello, let's sing, my sleeping area, rise
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Hip-hop doesn't smell like new
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Shake off the dust from the record, knead the bones
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We haven't sailed yet, drop by for a visit
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The sound is strong, the underground is constantly in style
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Our souls can no longer be saved
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Isolate noise, headphones to help
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Filled the balls and neighing like a vegetable
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Shurik will pull any word out of the air
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Capa and airbacks
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We will return to tapes in this digital age
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Press play, new school as Sasha Gray
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Dupes like Drake
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And we have peppy good hip-hop
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Non-stop, bro, Synthetics on micro
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“They beat the poor woman, then put her in the closet. |
And we rushed at them.
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They nailed them. |
Yes, we beat them, but if you were in our place, you would have done exactly the same
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same, and suddenly the howl of sirens. |
The policemen are running, and the gangsters have disappeared, but, as usual.
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With our fair-haired people, they will never believe us. |
The police started shooting at us,
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didn't listen to us. |
We were scared, it's true
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- Are you kidding me?
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- As it was, I swear to you, by the head of my mother, my brother, two brothers.
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All people in the world
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- To the camera. |
Have you ever read such nonsense? |