Текст песни МС Андрей Губин - Усть Кут

Two weeks passed, and Andrey escaped from prison.
He did not like it, he killed a security guard at night.
Certainly rush began, gunfire from automatic weapons,
With five bullet he survived as a night stalker.

Declared wanted: Wanted, special signs.
The scar on his face, a leather jacket, rising two meters.
Besides who knows any information, please contact the
By number zero or two, or just to kill.

Not in any way do not come to this guy,
He is armed and you just simply fill up immediately.
He soaked in the performance of the two Musar, wild.
And two guys his baseball bat.

I forgot to add an important fact Gubin lived in Ust-Kut,
This Irkutsk region, Siberian vnature ghetto.
Local wolves are more dangerous than the niggas in the Bronx,
It is necessary to survive in these conditions, as the underdog in boxing.

Andrew was hiding more than a year in a dark cave.
Kuril bamboo, grass, stone and coke through the pipette.
He brings to his heifers and feast,
Andrei Gubin short lived as a prince in a fairy tale.

A! Hey Bracho, have a cigarette, I need a cigarette.
Give the lighter one, because there so little light.
You told me a cigarette, and I'll calf at night, we exchange.
Hey, Kent! Hi, how healthy is alive, come boldly.

I read on rasslabone, for those who did not understand me.
Again I lay ill, the temperature is high and forty.
In my humble den does not pass even a ray of light.
From the darkness, and the darkness of the dim lantern eyes of the blind.

He lived in a cave, hiding from the cops and people.
No one knew where to look for it, except for the gray walls.
In a dark damp room very little oxygen,
Andrew was stoned in the trash, like Harry Potter.

Idly blaze gasoline from the ninety-third column,
The situation irritated him and acted on the nerves.
Verify that if for two years doing nothing,
Except as smoking gashik can die of boredom.
 
He searched with dogs for SIDS and the old hospital,
It is as if by magic, as dust somewhere evaporated.
On the outskirts of the city of Ust-Kut, on the banks of the river Kuta
Once upon a time I lived a hundred years ago a friend of his - old sailor.

& Quot; Xa Zdarova Andrei, how many years have not seen!
Well, tell me how life? Police looking for you?
No bro, I'm the guy in the board for his grave,
By the way if you want to you can sail to Brazil.

I have heard that there is marijuana in the free market,
Buy a bag with you and will be the Brazilian kings.
They learn what Russia and the Russian mafia.
We are with you bro, always and everywhere the rules. & Quot;

They hit the road, two old and faithful friend.
Deciding on an adventure, as the guy in the movie The Truman Show.
We think about family and friends, but was waiting for them in front of a paradise,
There is no way back, marijuana was not far away.

Along the way they robbed a pirate ship Zhumchzhina,
We met Peter Pan, SpongeBob and water miracle.
Three months later sailed to the shores of the country's cherished.
Heat, sun, beach, golden sand, their surprise.

When buying a second bag Schmal gave a gift,
That's the case - Kick in unison told our guys.
Bought a villa, yacht, two cars, came a business.
Traded drugs, Andrei Gubin change the image.