Текст песни Квартал - Бойцы

Late in the evening I walk around the area, I have nothing to do, I go to my house, The boys are obviously waiting for someone, Isn't something flashed in my head? Some strange clothes, not familiar, I took a hot-tempered butterfly out of my pocket, There are 5 more minutes to call the boys, Hello, bro, come here they are waiting for me. Nightingale: Who is the brother? - Yes, I do not know, How many people? - I won't count a lot of all, In short, I go myself do not climb while it is dangerous, On the way I will call all the fighters and there will be a maza. Maza is a warm-up of the spirit, no doubt for a fighter, The battle is inapplicable, what kind of whores are sitting there, For an unequal battle, in principle, I am a mountain myself, But for my brother I’ll hide my throat to anyone. Nightingale and Malyok: Hello, hello, what happened to our brother? Yes, there are several morons on the porches, What do they want? - Yes, I don’t know, Okay, right now, we'll crucify these bitches. Malok: The smooth surface of the road, it will show the path in black, Under the armature of my dozen will definitely fall, And let them not whine afterwards, our area is not criminal, I call Prokay, the subscriber is not available. ... beeps ... Prokay: Oh, fuck him, how long will I wait, I'll go and get involved in this fornication, Guys pull up, I hear the noise of the engine, Adrenaline is boiling in your blood, you can't avoid fucking shame. You told me healthy, who are you son? Give me a smoke, I'll give you in your mouth now, You turned to the wrong bastard today, Why are you munching a whore of vodka that eh drunk. Nightingale: Four wheelbarrows to the eyeballs with the boys, Chains, fittings, battle battles, the battle is not far off, Rubbish, if only everything was not ignited, Brawl at the entrance, press bro to thaw. Squeal of brakes, I'm ready to be at least an executioner, And with the head of the enemy, I will play like a ball, Enemy about anything drunken bitch, Filled their zenki, uh ... stubborn donkeys. Babay: The slaughter began suddenly and without talking, A pack of these imps out of fear climb the fences, We are ready to move mountains, we have a common cause, We are a mountain for each other, and the hour has come for parsing. A blow to the eye, cross, in the nose, eblo in diarrhea, A blow to the body, a bias and again a cross, What a question how we beat the enemy's puppies, Mobile phone calls, but I'm not available today. ... beeps ... Prokay: I take an arm in the jaw of the right one from the side, I hit the liver with the left to kill a sigh, I knock it down with a control from above, I finish it off, What did you think? - I'm playing a game with you. The squeal of brakes rang out behind my back, Brothers in time the asphalt will be filled with scarlet blood, I jump to the meeting, I cut it down with a cross blow, I knock out the knuckle, where you finish the bitch. Nightingale: I know that I am right in this battle, I will demolish your makitra with an oak bat, They are already shouting from the balcony: Save, help, call the ambulance and cops soon. Brothers run blue loaves are going, And two nines fucking they are not asleep, Throw iron, brother jump on the cars, Sagged tires look at the enemy machine. Babay: In rassos, all are intact phoned everything is fine, Are there any wounded? - No, it's okay, Originally bold and beautiful isn't it? They beat a bunch of informals so they need it. Then they already struck who they were, They were waiting for someone or just drank beer, We beat down those who were just resting, Don't give a fuck in a foreign area to make you jackals.