| When the sun goes below the horizon
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| I turn on my favorite music louder
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| And from the studio I go to the house
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| Outside the window is spring, my area, Straw weighs
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| Like, students zip
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| Songs with a guitar, the whole array makes noise
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| Don't ask anyone, everyone here knows Feramba
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| Here everyone goes somewhere, muay thai or sambo
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| God Himself walks on the cart.  | 
| dachas
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| To throw off the phone ass
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| I started my way to NAU
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| Over time, this place gives me good luck
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| I put pressure on the gas, the pelvis goes into separation
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| I see in the back, the boys from the Review are looming to me
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| Familiar pit bull on the hood
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| I send respect to the entire yard Basote, yau
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| I'm flying along Protas
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| Braza is calling me TOF
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| There is a maza to stick at home, the XBOX is already ready
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| We have a company, a gun, everything is mixed up, we hang out and sing, yay
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| Today, the whole district has gathered in a cramped odnushka
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| I'm in the area, the lights went out around
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| I'm in the area, and we walk until dawn
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| I'm in the area, this is my home, they are waiting for me there
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| I'm in the area, and all the brothers will sing along to me
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| I'm in the area, the lights went out around
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| I'm in the area, and we walk until dawn
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| I'm in the area, this is my home, they are waiting for me there
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| I'm in the area, and all the brothers will sing along to me |