Текст песни Ntl - Есть через чё

Wait, a pack of predators in your way. Who am I?
Thoroughbred MC, my house is Pleha, Novosib.
It’s worth the time and effort to prepare notes
And if you do a fuck, you can go and ask.
When we are on the crop, the array moves.
Lave not drunk, changed to positive.
Who is on the juice? All bassota with beer on tap.
On the road, Dee shocked the Exiv in shock.
We catch it until night, peep, can we be silent?
While we are young, we spend evenings in droves.
Look carefully under your feet, do not fall.
Sober like a darkness, saw a shadow from around the corner?
They fired invisibly, did not see.
It's amazing how the cops didn't catch them.
Down the line fell.
Moreover, types burned us from the array.
The Major Boys wanted frogs, a roll for filochki.
Consumption in circles, some presentation.
Macho pumped up the spirit, not so pumped.
Get in the car, go further.

At four o’clock in the morning I remember - music was hammering on my forehead.
I re-read two volumes of dense ones, drowned the bongos in the trash.
Not long will pass, the crowd will catch up with the voice of an octave.
Then he rushed to the crowded post office.
Read more, take a double, a minute, stupor comes.
Soon evening, and what? Oh, eat through what?
Tea there smokes in the kitchen, because you boiled.
All foam was carried to the shore of the empire, peroxide of nerves.
Daily drill the walls on the first, believe, do not believe.
A bitch on top of it started a repair and pours feathers.
Such a bitch, now she's cramping, trust me
After all, the beta kettle feels better in the appendage.
A blow to the skull, a teapot violent, will be extremely painful.
Still moving the corpse wrapped in a sleeping bag
To the side of the garbage chute, throw it away, and cover up the tracks.
Never sour smoke was never exchanged for a degree.
The standard is a plan, hard after a booze.
A broken pressure gauge will burst with membranes.
Apparently loudly, alcohol pulled into the blades of the body.
Running to the fortune teller for a monologue, leaving the chambers, slamming the door.
Listen, pepper, it’s better to cut your veins, why bother me?
Reread a list of books on how to protect yourself
From the fact that the brains were saturated with alcohol.
Then scattered on the walls in conflicts.
Embossed on the plates: life is evil, do not go to the edge.
Just modestly open your bathrobe and be wrong.
Under the mines we drove out of hiding.
You whimpered when the cars flew into the air.
I became absolutely unshakable
After all, I haven’t drunk yet, and I have delayed it.

Sorry, flew out, on the railing of the body, yes, they argued.
And they stuck cases there, flopped the given norm.
Disbanded once the formula in failure. Where am I?
Tolley standing leafed through a hundred sheets of Fat Leo?
There are two sheets, the number of three faces.
Police give us pits, ladies-shits on the street at times.
Three and more on tour with the convoy does not roll.
We are escorted by wolves sirens, their mother.
Dragging into a blue box, I will smoke, like, with them.
A beep of a beaver to the house, mother, I will return only to seven.
I changed my SIM card in the market, near the bars a clap to my mobile.
In the slot machine bar, and there cars are umatny.
Past tents in a stream bought juice from tomatoes.
Beckon manti, chebureks, pies in the hand, the atoms.
What river? What are you raving about? Get out already.
In the morning, Umati did not make a bucket here, with tripe, shaggy.
In an Internet cafe, deha, with cotton legs, yards.
Breath from BonAqua, mono-gaiga, a little smoke.
Enough, how much can you play at night?
Download bitsuhu, get used to dumplings
We are desperate, bitsukha shakes, I want to drink pizza with tea.
Dry earphones, because in sushi heifers meet.
Sorry, paranormal, weird, ladies, how late are we?
A pair of normal krayls at the far table were waiting.
Guy, they honored wigs, they’re on the Subaru.
Carry everything to us at the bar, comrade waiter, we said.
Yes, you have to fuck, let the girls lose weight.
The daughter of a wealthy car mogul, I authorize you in contacts.
Under the nickname Natick, autograph with Alsou on the poster.
I cut the Samsung, party time to the end, let the check be carried.
Already in Primorye, from Massachusetts to Sochi.
Then in Primorye, but how much you want bitch meat.
At the garbage can, a lot of blue taxis take to the hotel.