Bra-ta-ta
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Look, trunks bark like that, trunks shine like that, trunks smack like that
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Bra-ta-ta-ta-ta
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So they laugh, so they chirp, so the trunks spit
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Gino:
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brother
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Lead will send you to a house underground in a wooden coffin
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or under a pine tree near the roundabout
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you bass behind your back, better carry a firearm with you, but not a blank
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bra-ta-ta, trunks bark like that and you know that you can be next
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quietly, don't fuss, sharpen your skill, better look for where to buy live bullets
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Bullets leave holes in people, hurt
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bullets must be loaded into a clip
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Clip, click-clack
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Shutter, click-clack
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Better run while you're alive, fool, bra
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You can just lie down and do nothing
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Sooner or later, the Musorskie will circle the corpse with chalk
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White powder, baby do it right
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remember everything, but you can't take anything away
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Word:
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The trunks are fat, fleshy, happy to keep with you, like a good body with boobs
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Oh, how they shoot, bravisimo!
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Regardless, domestic or foreign, bra-ta-ta, pierce the armor
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No time for dancing, when slates fly off
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What are your chances there?! |
When the sights are whole knapsacks
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Three lays at a distance, the prosecutor sews sanctions
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Brother, scammed and was gone
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Try to prove it, arrows, graters, divisions
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houses, basements, garages,
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And then the Lord take it and put it on my soul
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Yes, so that there was not enough space
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Flour must be beaten into dough and so that without three years of house arrest
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Our life was taught to live honestly, but here, after all, the abyss
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Trunk amiable or blade
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The locals are still wetting the horns here, the trowels are shaking their sides
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While they press on the crescent, there will be bodily injuries
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Hole size depends on caliber
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Brother-ta-ta, I chose the 45th!
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Cant, half a liter
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Nothing is visible
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Get on your skates, bro
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There is a lot of snow ... fsh, on skates
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brother-ta-ta
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from a jacket, into a coat, into a tunic, into an armored train, whatever you want
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fuck it… off the rails… fuck it strictly! |