no alibi
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Che, che-che-che-che-che-che-che-che
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No alibi (yo)
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Che, woah, ey (ah)
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Tired of the coma, and once again I return to the house
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Where the harsh bass will wake me up again
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Gas mask and equipment are ready
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Who is not for us - to those of cement and bottom
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Rhymes caliber 7.62
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Is it Louis or Chemodan, how did you determine?
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With me my lads, not without the help of style
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Soldier playing without war in a play
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Heating the wires in the next batch
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Drainage prepared and tanks filled
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Camouflage skin, khaki canvas tanks
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At the limit of intracranial pressure
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Where every new track is another crime
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We draw strength in microphones, we have become
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We wouldn't get tired of hiding, there is still no alibi,
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But the captain does not drown when the dogs are on the heels, prowling here and there
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A gap in the bottom, well, guess on the T-shirt
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He owns a style and is strong beyond his years
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This is Louis, Suitcase, more than a series
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Make the cue ball louder and pass the water
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And yes, while the smoke is coming out of the apartment
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I leave the evidence, we will fight for peace
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Listen, no one here will answer
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Which is better: a blind or dumb witness?
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Having spent our youth on the run, what will we meet in the end?
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If these lines are like lost children
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Listen, no one here will answer
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Which is better: a blind or dumb witness?
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Having spent our youth on the run, what will we meet in the end?
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If these lines are like lost children
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How we sit in the courtroom, and not the embodiment of evil
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And for the words he stood and asked to turn on the muzla,
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But loudly with a hammer, pounded on wood
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What did he see in us, because we will answer
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Hey, who recorded in the micro? |
And on the envelope seal
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Listen, here is my house, no numbers, no names
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I'm just in a rush, without an alibi, damn
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The track will be in an hour, hurry up my postman
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Here Louis, Chemodan, is not a newbie at all
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F.D beats the drum, I send the test to Vadim
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There's a hurricane on Odo and I want more
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The crowd sways and the district sways
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Chela hold my hood, laaaaa
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Like Gucci Cherry, but my head is not subject to the wind
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Hundreds of sleepless nights for names to enter
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In the list of uninvited guests, MCs are waiting for doomsday
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The postman walks slowly along the corridor
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And in an instant everything became a clock, he is the main character
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The medallion is like an alibi, who is really strong in this matter
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Rap because we're in. |
Rap because we live
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Listen, no one here will answer
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Which is better: a blind or dumb witness?
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Having spent our youth on the run, what will we meet in the end?
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If these lines are like lost children
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Listen, no one here will answer
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Which is better: a blind or dumb witness?
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Having spent our youth on the run, what will we meet in the end?
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If these lines are like lost children
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ODO, Chemodan, yo |