Текст песни АК-47 feat. Liman, Восточный Округ, Маэстро, Tip, DJ Mixoid - Урал 18.06.15.

We’ve not gathered for a hundred years, but we are like in the good old,
Flocked to one square in the swamps and fords.
And we’ll mark these charges with a track, here you are,
You tell all our hip hop lovers.

Ural! Ural! Ural! Ural!
Ural! Ural! Ural! Ural!

The German didn’t reach - he fell, the asteroid flew in and gave us a signal,
Forest air mountain, squirrel on a pine, beaver burrow.
All relatives from the yard. All as one, all: bro for bro.
Let the whole country know in the Urals! Let everything in the Urals be on "Hurray!"

Native Ural, you are my strong point,
I am glad that I am from here and I did not have to choose.
It’s a pity you haven’t been here.
The group did not go to Dyatlov Pass.

Brazier on the lake, the doors of cars are open and Rosenbaum is playing.
We are going to rest, we took a sofa with us, fell in a beh, like at home on a sofa.
On the web site by the carpet, I send greetings to the guys from the yard,
Wicked trash, bad hemp, wildlife, and my friends.

He remembers the first wave - I’ll smoke one, write it down, turn it on and get high.
Is this all in smoke? Apparently something incomprehensible smokes itself.
Conversations, baldishki, girls, nuts, beer, music, rhymes.
Welcome people to appreciate the repair of roads or the temper of the inspectors.

There are people! Yes, listen, thefts, robberies, cars, garages, porches, floors.
ECB if I don’t have you Tugasransk would be the city of my dreams!

There are ladies in every house, there are * lyady,
Every second bukh here selects them without looking.
Here the Tajiks have their own district,
And do not satisfy the hunger of Sneakers bar.

Here the boys have a soul, here the grandmothers have Auchan.
Here I have a sidekick, one more beautiful than the other.
Then a lefty will raise a ruff on the broodershaft
And ZAZ slowly drives through the district.

Chance or Nexia or Reno is slow, like a convertible in a movie.
In kimano there are karate, dominoes, tap dance,
Taxi in the area - weaving, something like that ...

Urals, you with the weather raised us * ball: only spring and the Sun, right there snow fell from the sky.
The Urals, here mosquitoes the size of a dump truck - they don’t bite, but eat and tumble down.
The Urals, here he fanned for his life: he was modest and impudent, and skinny and ambal.
Ural, night gatherings, with a guitar: all hits of Sergei Zhukov and Chayf'of for a couple.
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I raised a glass for the Urals, for rap,
Hip-hop for putting us all together.
He tempered us educated and gave us names,
Let's sing until gray hair is on my head.

So the day was shining, so the night is dark
Perhaps she will bring us luck.
Freedom interests us, interests us
In the Ural region - crazy times.

It pins very strongly and always in different ways.
This is the Urals, who did not catch up the first time, tries.
So much drunk, so much said
So much in my life is connected with you.

We in the Urals do not care much,
In the studio in the basement, the microphone is still turned on.
And even who is not in rap - listened to our rapochka.
You are not behind methyl, the whole Urals are behind your shoulder.

Here: mountains and forests, lakes and fields.
We have rivers, radish, rarely go to the seas.
Pine birch where debris stand;
Locomotives ride from camps to camps.

Ural! Ural! Ural! Ural!
Ural! Ural! Ural! Ural!

This is the Urals, who did not catch up the first time, tries.