Текст песни Ntl - Drag Racing

Song Lyrics
Racing Portal aa, Racing Club yo
Racing Club banner on the back glass of Skyline
There is a green bottle of Sprite Lime on the passenger seat.
The start is extreme, he knows where he came and that this is not legal,
Afraid of cops - right
It's hot on Ippodromskaya and Krylova: there in flocks
Fans of extreme racing type flock.
The asphalt is mirrored, the fumes from the hood, the muffler is spewing flame,
Beat bass, rap, ecstasy, chicks - profile, face.
The red light went out ... Fas!
Not a single movement, then - injection, half gas
Excellent shifting, 2 body break. explosion! 7 kilo-revolutions, the enemy passes ...
The "Nitrous oxide" button is clearly pressed.
After the last turn
Our eyes don't pick up stop signals
Always lit green blue numbers for evil!
From the speakers rushing hip-hop
Speed ​​melts glass
My Auto is not a carriage, bitch, we are not a coffin
Cigarettes and cigars are not smoked in it:
And so the heat is enough, we leave the samovars at home, move them to the bars,
When there is no parking for scum, we take the sidewalks!
Yo!

Chorus:
Drag Racing - you can hear the roar of engines a block away!
Drag Racing - strictly from line to line!
402 meters, NSX or Integra,
Skyline or Impresa is Drag Racing!

Drag Racing - you can hear the roar of engines a block away!
Drag Racing - strictly from line to line!
402 meters, NSX or Integra,
Skyline or Impresa is Drag Racing!

This race is not legal, brother, this is a fight - it will be hot here.
2 eagles are waiting for the fight at the start.
who will win? Each machine is minced here,
Thirst for the finish, chick, mirages
Wait for the start, boy, come on, bashi
Put your money on the line, do things, bracho, good luck, macho!
haa! don't wait for the odds, prophetic dreams have fallen, open your eyes:
you see a deposit of dust in front of you.
Amen, god, hey, fight, grab the prizes! The boundaries of the track, though hot, are visible ...

Gas pedal to the floor, spewing flames like a volcano
glushaka trunk, with a roar of thunder you fly along the highway, foot on the gas,
Hand on the lever, you're in the middle of the storm.
Optical Honda 19 inches chrome and freedom,
Lack of speed is more important to you than lack of oxygen
Your destiny is the road, and the goal is always victory,
If possible, always being the first is your credo.
Overtaking the currents of the wind, like lions and leopards,
With claw wheels you tear the track
Leaving braking path scars
On it, flickering in the light of headlights and lanterns,
You go ahead even stronger, faster,
The motor roars angrier than a wild beast.
Measuring time in fractions of seconds
That the finish line is still a bit, and here it is, damn it,
Congratulate yourself, you won, brother!
Our road, old man!

Chorus:

Drag Racing - you can hear the roar of engines a block away!
Drag Racing - strictly from line to line!
402 meters, NSX or Integra,
Skyline or Impresa is Drag Racing!

Drag Racing - you can hear the roar of engines a block away!
Drag Racing - strictly from line to line!
402 meters, NSX or Integra,
Skyline or Impresa is Drag Racing!