Текст песни RA Underground - 16. Анти-ТГК

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Yeah, yeah, u know rap dogs, it's da hip-hop revolution, on every block, every corner nigga so true, they be out, nigga so so fly, so hot, nigga so hard to rap
(All of the Ring)

Tell us Jha Jha help us, help us out Jha,
Take into his cloud forever, help us out Jha,
On this planet trouble ever came to our sorrow, anguish,
There is no longer growing Ganja

Runway spaceport in all areas where he sees glance
6 meters deep into the concrete and every second litter in the waste
And I for boxing hydroponic haircut ready for poluboks
I can not wait the arrival of the New Year, to collect
Bush growing in the oven. And I'm here for fun at a gunpowder parish
With Yaga by watching how each other dredastye muzzle kvass
For last Napas, and then what? In Lasik
More on Carbon DzhaSineva - polrayona how to stand, so they laid down the
That's the power of social advertising, panoramic plan
Hairdryer in pharmacies is now legal. Tegekashniki, giving up, you lose
Aidi to us, we have an endless supply of crystal, Candy Rave fucking die
When it's synthetic man-made trans

Let's raise dust, and will trample the dust
Let's raise dust, and will trample the dust
Let's raise dust, and will trample the dust
Fuck Babylon, there we will find something to do

Peredaёm frying plop night and day, neighing for no reason,
Our knight's move, for pipes Mutko - it is not for us, and finally this
Earth will soon finally can not grow plan.

Tell them Jha Jha take them away from us, Help them Jha, warn them comes trouble. Soon not scheduled scan,
A scheduled scan will be planted, but there is a way to avoid it:
Let's raise dust, and will trample the dust.
On this planet the trouble: obebosov crowd trampled all fields

The main rasta country Tolmatsky Jr. closed the house
All locks with security and a jar of Dutch and scan desyatochku ganja
He is not greedy, brothers, just became the plight of age
These are my grandmother on St. George's Day, the apocalypse in December 2012,
Pestilence, plague, war, acid rain, but we have something like a fuck
My people rushing, rushing my people, my people rushing, my people rushing
My people rushing, rushing my people, my people rushing, my people rushing

So tell us Jha Jha help us to invent, the tower does not move
Teach from the air muddy fusion
Come on? Come on
Kicking up dust, and will trample the dust

Let's raise dust, and will trample the dust
That arrogant star dust flying in the sky floated
Let hellish stench of graves through birch trunks bear a radon
After crust layers. Do you Do you hear the hellish heat - liquid nitrogen
Refreshes overheated gyrus, hoping to escape from the labyrinth of fire,
For Ebony, calling names, imagine that you know me
But no, I do not Jah, and my voice was shaking, too, but not because
That one day on the planet forever end plaa-ah-ah-n

Only light for us. Corporation thermonuclear war

If during this time you still have time to listen to 40 minutes of silence, then for further explanations I suggest you refer to the film Pa-du-ga