Текст песни Guf - Жара

GUF (guf):
Heat ... of big cities. Our days. Moscow.
And even under these scorching rays
She does not get tired of mixing visitors with Muscovites,
They are with us, or we are with them.

On the streets, in squares, on underground lines
In the back seats of blue and white cars
In the next apartment
In something lens.

Every day weaves the fate of millions
Metro stations, cell phones.
It's a matter of chance, everything that is not done, everything is for the best,
7 days a week, around the clock.

Someone good luck, a richer sucker,
Jacket on the shoulders from the guchi, from the hut the keys
And someone is a macho, jumps most of all, waves his hands,
At the sight of a bunch of shaved ones, a bitch runs.

Heat ... the city melts, who plays how,
By its own rules, by its own scenario.
Beauties, skyscrapers, clubs, parties,
Quite hot, the cost of the case is a hundred.

SLIM (slim):
Cool, isn't it? To study in England ...
Daddy coughs up an elite college
There were no plans to study elementary:
Parties, clubs, pubs, bars with women.

The collars are ironed and the children of the bourgeoisie
They stir up something in grams in the evenings.
They spoil the girls, although they are spoiled
Back on that nasty prom night.

Bored corridors, audiences,
A ticket to the homeland and a sidekick, it seems.
They will be glad to see, although another life,
Each of them has its own motive.

Fate naturally puts everything in place,
To whom the scene, to whom the army mixes,
Another is fried dinner, but the bride thought,
Listen, you have to get used to it, already an adult.

Nose in the wind, tail with a pistol
Like a childhood friend who plays 50 cents.
Smiling at the camera without straining, freestyle hovers,
Although people understand that this chocolate bunny,
Didn't come from the outskirts. The golden youth are the inhabitants of paradise.

Keys in my pocket, the door opens
Do not forget the main thing - someone else's hut.

Heat ... the city melts, who plays how,
By its own rules, by its own scenario.
Beauties, skyscrapers, clubs, parties,
Quite hot, the cost of the case is a hundred.

Ptah:
Moscow is the capital, tourists roam the streets,
There they are bred by bassoas quickly, beautifully, cleanly.
Two guys are not Russians, but who are they?
Who knows, they have their own circle, narrow ...

Visor, vest, bell bottom, bouquet in hands,
White, sailor, about 20 years old.
And if he knew that he was running to someone else's wife,
She jumps like a year on someone else's stern.

On someone else's to me.
I don `t care,
I thought to slow down, but I noticed
That Tim is full of shaves.

Uh, you need not break, but fight to the end,
The whole tattoo was hammered like a killer
But I didn't understand in principle
How hip-hop prepares and hustles

SLIM (slim):
Life is like cinema, cinema is like life for him,
A constant hero of these screen tests.
Take a seat in the hall, pay attention
I'm sure this guy will not be imitated.

Bondarchuk and Rezo are not filming it yet,
And the spotlight only beckons.
Sitting on the couch, in a restaurant, with friends
In his cinema, he no longer plays badly.

Heat ... the city melts, who plays how,
By its own rules, by its own scenario.
Beauties, skyscrapers, clubs, parties,
Quite hot, the cost of the case is a hundred.

Heat ... the city melts, who plays how,
By its own rules, by its own scenario.
Beauties, skyscrapers, clubs, parties,
Quite hot, the cost of the case is a hundred.