Give me a rhyme ... base ...
My brother got a shabby TShnik,
We are driven by an old nondescript VOLVshnik.
I'm in black clothes, but not an FSB officer,
Charged sinner and we are the kings of the streets here,
It is unlikely that someone will come to us, in the morning I will not have a face on,
For anyone there is a policeman somewhere,
But I calmly leaf through my playlist,
My brother knows for me, we are inhabitants of the dusty outskirts
We fought off the pack, there are no secrets from each other
We are neo-giant otokokerli lekalen (What the fuck?)))
But in equal shares, Stalin bequeathed to us, steel in steel
On the way we will discuss the details, the look is extremely brutal,
My brother is my henchman, I'm behind his back with a wall
He, like me, is not indigenous here, we just need to survive in a trashy era.
It moves us like a current solenoid,
We must take this cash register, do not miss this oil, take the infection by the tail,
Adrenaline gives me ecstasy, God forbid us from alcotras.
The cartridges in the clip are ready to explode
They have been pre-ordered for a long time, the base
It is rarely reusable, do not tie tramps to places!
Everyone is ready to carry their share,
boom digi bye ...
