| Hear, hear
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| Guess who's talking here - it's Shine
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| Angry guy is crazy about the word "Hapai"
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| Listen here, let's get the fuck out of business,
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| Delve into my bazaar, shake your head!
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| My area is dangerous and armed
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| Innumerable bandits, drug addicts and whores in it,
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| Palyvo around every corner, love
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| And you will be convinced of this by our album.
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| Calm as ice, nothing fucks,
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| I only do what works for me.
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| Without a bazaar, brother, the buzz depends on the costs
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| I am not happy to lower the lave, but there is no way back.
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| I'm a tramp, with a guy's trunk,
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| In the light of the moon, a figure from the dark side
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| In any scenario, ready to throw suckers
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| Respect brothers, kill assholes!
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| I live not to grieve the bitches, I turn my head,
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| At a difficult moment, I don’t leave the game,
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| I move the chips of not a single book
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| Fuck everything with a horse, I prefer bumps.
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| Who is local here? |
| everyone is away
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| Our luck may be peeking one of these days,
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| Elusive bird, the bitch mocks us
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| In order not to be loaded, you need to smoke and forget ...
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| "Calm, only calm"
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| Listen,
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| I'm calm as ice, nothing fucks me,
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| Knowing what will happen in advance what awaits me there
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| I'm the one who won't lie if he tells you
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| That he squanders a lot of words from which he rushes always and everywhere
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| Cold burns my lips
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| Smoke streams through my teeth, my voice is bass and rough.
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| Here I am, walking without a ruble in my pocket,
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| Not up to Rokové's clothes, Armani in the middle of the T-shirt
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| I'm wearing a Slinka T-shirt, she's wearing a Versace Vinca
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| One wash, she sheds, so that guy
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| But it doesn't bother me, everyone knows
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| What am I talking about, I'm not drinking.
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| Explaining directly with words I don’t catch
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| I control it, just like I do De Niro.
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| Think with a cool head, not with your heart,
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| Get used to it from childhood
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| Where does it go
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| People have become trousers that cause arrogance,
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| Hey kid, didn't I say that right?
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| In a situation, everyone has a strong opinion
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| To act as in boxing a blow, a kick.
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| I am not pierced by pity and tears
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| Let the steamers lead the little scythes
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| Their questions, like threats, puff like locomotives
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| They breathe heat in all directions, frisky watchdogs
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| Yes, I like that, I don't give a fuck
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| I am calm as ice
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| Do you believe me, the kid doesn’t fuck me?
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| Calm as ice...
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| You know everyone deep down like a fraer,
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| More expensive than money show-off, despite the fire
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| The eternal dispute, who is the thunderstorm of the entire region
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| Don't feed us bread, let us taste the dust in our eyes.
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| Life is a game and it often needs a bluff
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| Just like a song needs a chorus
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| Hey, never show that there is no money
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| Make it clear that when you drop it and take a broom at home
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| Someone will say be modest
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| Words of people, sometimes bullets hurt more
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| But if a friend makes a remark to you
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| So he wants to be the center of attention
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| Beware, who dared and managed
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| - And who did it?
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| - You know, he ate it himself,
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| But this is not from evil, it's just that life is like that,
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| We are purely panting, come on |