To synchronize the beat, pulse
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Pour in JIM BEAM coffee, Poz
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I would like to talk to you
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But in the teeth the spleen is fat like Rick Ross
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And what is the conflict, bro
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If you stand nearby killed to zero
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You go back and forth like ping pong
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If you like to play, buy an xbox
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It's time for you to run
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To work until night, without lunch
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Why are you a little so pale
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Poor, white
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You're such a fucking fucked up bitch
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In the forum comments
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I am the same now, but for me
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Current state is normal
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This is my GANG and we are in the soup
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Woah, my block is bursting at the seams
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I fly for no reason
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So don't treat me
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I stand on my feet as if on a roll
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They use you pla-pla-plugin
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This is movement in your house
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We drink and you pay
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Your party wants to be with us
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Nabi-nabat in the area, your world has stopped
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We pour, drink, we won't get tired
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There is no tail behind us, we smoke a bush of shmali
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I don't know your name, faggot
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And why are you drinking women's cider
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I drink whiskey with dark beer
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There are a lot of files on your map
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I fall asleep in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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I wake up in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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I speak in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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Every day in shchi (shchi)
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I fall asleep in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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I wake up in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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I speak in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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Every day in shchi (shchi)
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I fall asleep in the soup, in the soup, in the soup, in the soup, wo
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I wake up in the soup, in the soup, in the soup, in the soup, wo
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I perform in shchi, in shchi, in shchi, in shchi, wo
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Every day in shchi, in shchi, in shchi, in shchi, wo
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Fuck you, I fly in like a god
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I put a seal on your bitch's forehead
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They screwed up the kitchen at the fuse, oh well
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Each of my brothers is ready to fight for the truth
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I'm tired of shouting over you roosters
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A new style has appeared, and here is the transition for you
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I don't need makeup to decorate your face
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Sing you a song, I don't need vocals
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Well why, wasted again
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Who grew here
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Poverty drags, but
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Who, with us, is ready here to melt
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Every day in cabbage soup, half-naked to the toilet
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Every day in cabbage soup, booze, coca-cola
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Get your card ready (what? why?)
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What will you pay
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I-I-I'm for sobriety, boy
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Just said how cut off, boy
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Looking at you is an abomination, oh
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Your lady pours a shot at me and away we go
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Oh, well, who are you
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Why are you here for me, you're fucked
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Kneading is inevitable, you are gentle as Face
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My kakadence day and I'm your father
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I put your bitch on repeat
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Brother, aptly kanu on the hand
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When, nei Baghdad, this is my home down
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And if I'm at the bar, there will definitely be a blackout
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Two hundred whores, and five more
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We spend money, we are without notebooks
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We are not creatures together, I see the edges
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At this party, they fucked you in the mouth
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I fall asleep in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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I wake up in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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I speak in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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Every day in shchi (shchi)
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I fall asleep in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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I wake up in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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I speak in cabbage soup (in cabbage soup)
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Every day in shchi (shchi)
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I fall asleep in the soup, in the soup, in the soup, in the soup, wo
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I wake up in the soup, in the soup, in the soup, in the soup, wo
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I perform in shchi, in shchi, in shchi, in shchi, wo
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Every day in shchi, in shchi, in shchi, in shchi, wo |