Текст песни Каспийский Груз feat. Guf - Всё За Один Доллар

He took a pill, acid in his stomach, water.
I watched the pagans change in the dead.
And mother said: My Mama allways told me
Dress warmer when God plays with the weather.

But we do not turn out the light from what we save.
Life cannot be changed like a tire, if you puncture.
Once upon a time on a tombstone, loved ones will leave a comment.
So head to work, iron to the palm of your hand.

And we have already been year
We are the face of cop billboards.
If our lived put up for auction,
It is unlikely that the licensor will shout: sold.

Something is fashionable, yes. And something is forever.
So that the child does not wake up, the tip is at the muzzle.
And leaving all of you forever in memory -
For eternity I will leave you only a memory.

And, the doctor, removing the glove from his hand,
He will say: Or "I'm really sorry," or "will live."
This is like in the "All for 1 dollar" store.
Someone matches and salt home, while someone make gunpowder.

And this is the city of winds, the wind catches * bloom.
Zero emotions on the face, zero on the facial.
And through the windows you might think that we are not at home,
But we do not turn out the light from what we save.

I’ll die without becoming a patient,
I need 100 from life with a percent sign.
I, as in the store "All for 1 dollar",
And I have 99 cents.

I won’t be remitted without a prescription.
Thought easily, it turned out the trailer there.

- Hello, Guf. Where are you?
“Hello, I'm in the middle now.”
Guf in the center ?! * la, in the sense of the center, well ...
- Ahhh ...

And I'm somewhere in the outskirts, corrected correctly.
I am popular, according to rumors.
More people came to search me than on dnyuha.

And we fuck ** for power, as long as there is Che stealing.
Body armor under the suit CANALI,
Even psychics in the finals will not burn me.

And we are on the move every day -
Juma, Shabbat, Sunday.
And I have five for the composition
And deuce for behavior.

Happiness is not enough, like toppings in kutaba.
Hawaii sushi, but you only feel wasabi.
It's like a $ 1 All Store
But even he will once be robbed.

Guf ...

I've never been a fanatic of thug romance
But from kindergarten I spun with dangerous uncles.
And while I was coughing from the first wig in my life on a master in a pad
They rubbed me that rap wouldn't work here.

Listen here, carefully -
You need to perform beauty, if you want to feel like we are with Maratik.
Buy your classic pants in the Hugo Boss on the Arbat.
You have to fool the fool, stop fooling him, * fuck.

Did you see, uncle? Zero nine at Vitalik.
The meat is tinted, the color of dark metal.
When and where does he have it, that nike bag clogged to the brim with small evidence
And you are in small caps.

You don’t sing like Joseph Kobzon.
You are going to read. Well, yes, you need to read about something (and about what?)
For a long time I personally only listen to chanson,
And your brother would advise you to gain experience.

I thought: what is he talking about?
Here on the phone, if problems, dial, we will roll with Maratik, we will settle everything.
I was squatting with my first jamb in my life,
And I do not have time to dial, in a week they will both be put in prison.

Scraps of memory ... Where do we go?
Every day I break the law, if you understand me.
Farta, Gross and Weight.
Brothers, how to do it. From one capital to another, dense salam flies.