Текст песни ТГК ft.Маэстро ft.ВО ft.ОД БР - на Урале

Under the fierce negative, you catch the goods.
Someone with a T-shirt in front of flying into the bushes.
Who the press who have worms.
What that crosses someone give pussy.
Where are you tusish, I have not tusil.
Do not be sad nor drank tusin.
In heifers Sedna, the couple does not have power.
In the garage the rain drizzling.

Here, the city & quot; B & quot; and & quot; Rc & quot; in the tradition of repaka.
Comprehensive wisdom as if python ka
Heavy Tankograd, THC plus mess
Ural repak - it's a fact, everything else marriage.
Brother, yo, we have long gone insane
170 kg rap shit.
I imagine Artemovskii rap booking.
Dominates the city rap occupation.
We are in the smoking circle revered rap.
Fucking that is not rolled up, fucking given.
It Ural Association assholes.
Basuy until melted, fucking dance.

I guess I'm too broad in stature?
The eight cramped, three helmets in the backseat.
But on the front booze repak ear,
Do not throw ??? Feet in lobovuhu!
My cell phone was in a pawnshop on Pushkin
Now I MOBILE podruzhkina,
We ebashim in the garage, not in the Luzhniki Stadium,
On Sushnikov even headphones.
Not the time, do not listen to, to,
Faina Fai nana, nana shi da Opa.
I bought a child tape the Gaza Strip,
After pivasom, a meeting place in the toilet.

And we in the Urals,
As usual, Loja, for all the garbage removed.
Svetku tore the next booze.
A man shot for treason calf in bed.
Milking Ankiny famous all over Russia
We Lada and soft and we like it!
The heart beats in the open
Chelyabinsk, Yekaterinburg in any vshtorit.
My name is Alex maestro
We in the Urals,
We cut down, we will be cut down and cut down!
The friendly addicts Gopnik with the yard.
And we are back at the garage
And we've got lousy mountain!

12345, hello!
Says Chelyabinsk, gold records.
This track you found himself caught in the trash,
A fateful moment karmic kick.
In Lehi in the garage or the drums or guitars did not see, it does not matter, Nava bits
Give me a microphone, bro, keep penny.
The guys from Artemovsk, once or twice, if Che phoned on a megaphone,
I am in favor of mega plan nefiltrovanym beer!
My & quot; Van fishing & quot; like a dream! Dy!
THC, in, good and Maestro!
Two X el, minus a notch in weight!

Pogadi 5 seconds, right now, I'll tell you,
My name Mishanya Ingushetia
When I want to, I burn,
It fell last year's snow,
But I do not fall my spirit,
I choose the third option of the two!
Maykrafona check, brother,
Kacha for each square,
Falls under the lens of
Koli full back miscue.
THC, Eastern District, white rap and worna brazas.
See drugan some bitching going puzzle.
If your live Haslam,
If you have a foreign passport
Drill archive and rare wines, introduces passvord.
I take in hand bat
At the head of the helmet.
It Ural friend, removal carriage.

Snot hung on the nose at me,
It forms an awkward situation.
The hand does not work at all,
Fucked me, fucked up and everything.
Both eyes can not open,
Tolley raskudron bitter,
Or sick.
Root for Mom and Dad
Respect Vova want to roll-brother.
Here THC and in conjunction,
The booth at the micro space enough for everyone.
Because we Mouzon nalepili dough
Outcome: track wheeled everything I say honestly!
Raskudron raskudronilsya fast
In a single line lined thoughts!
On the floor is dirty, that is not clean!
Bitching, not sweet!

It is time to rap!
With vodyary and dumplings I look Lepo.
Deft situation
On studiyke closely.
Fanned together:
Alex Maestro Yamych, Jamali, Jaman,
Andryukha kind, Ingushetia, the belly, the vibe san!
Each wrote the couple, the couple Zamara!
It will be fucking brother! Remember the saying?
Kipish city until late without sleep,
For Mouzon romp over the winter spring!
Fuck dipresnyak is a hundred pounds!
And a couple of words: fuck, horoscope!
Just listen to this super Kutch,
And his head is a bit herach!
From the sky the snow on the square 30 people.
All lavandos spent, eboshim rap!