Open up, sesame, we want gold, dear boor
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Fat hajs and smoking, that's what I like with my brothers, booze
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Repeatedly punished, hardcore note, I'm with you
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Called pure evil by commuters
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Everything to smoke, buy clothes, drink vodka
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Now greater needs, threat of a prison again
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Nail in the coffin for lames that are unraveling, no feelings
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Wrong time and wrong place, traces of their blood on the pavement
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Buddy knocks on the door for the game quietly look'am
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Art sits in the cart, broken glass, I have a Jew here
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Equal lot, burnt, I'm sitting, I'm taking it upon myself
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Stiff in a group of people, not one broke
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Because of such whores in anger, I wake up and it doesn't pass
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Increasing reluctance, fuck dogs, I'm sticking in the courts
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Respect yourself, I'm telling you, you're lying, greedy bitch
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The betrayal of the Good Wounds, you can see it with the naked eye
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Death, death to whores and losers
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Freedom for people and thieves
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Don't tell anyone
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Fuck the police
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This one disregards oaths, which does not require fidelity
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Pain passes, eternal glory, he did not lose his vigilance
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Some people have a chance, but they don't want to climb |
The other will do anything, he has to bend
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Don't know what's going on? |
As usual about the paper
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It did not overflow, it did not drip from the sky
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She wanted a different life, for her mother's child
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She tried her best, they did not go to the bidula
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First woman, sex, first job, jump
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The younger sister, the little bastard, the big guy was jazzing up for a year
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Mother's tears, the same tears, his heart breaks
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He jumped out, he came back, he didn't soften at work
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Solitary confinement, a walk, sounds, chained alone in a cell
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Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday
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One, second, third sentence and he makes a career
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In the criminal environment, he was a hero
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There is no hope that they will disappear in the fog
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Years of captivity, suffering, torment, bad memories
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The detective story was a stop on the road, one of many
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Three Five Eight entertainment, wake-up calls
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According to the scheme of life, multiple sentences
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Abandoned kids, lonely women
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A border invisible to mere mortals
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A black hole behind it, you fall in once and disappear
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Death, death to whores and losers
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Freedom for people and thieves
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Don't tell anyone
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Fuck the police |
I deserve more here, you can't appreciate misfortunes
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Straight from the bridge saying, to win I have to walk
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I want everything at their expense, they saw the face, not good
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Fear eats a lot, I want cash, give me money
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People are tempted by lust, beauties drive their ass
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Because of this, I'm losing my head and I've parted with the manner
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I savor a large cloud, I flow from the dust upwards
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This often happens and ends up in a fight
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ZDR against pipes, against the law, the walls will fall down
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Coverage throughout Poland, you can hear the CD of the streets of canvas
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The cruel truth I prefer to hear again today
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Than to lie all my life, I never want to see you again
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Through this prism, I see a smeared frame in the block
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Only PLN in the banya from morning until dusk
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Still a reason for them to send patrols again
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I haven't seen anything and you don't tell anyone
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Death, death to whores and losers
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Freedom for people and thieves
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Don't tell anyone
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Fuck the police |