My friend, a metalworker and inveterate rocker ,
Ckazal : " I do not cut in to the music of the ghetto ,
You're white, you cho ivy as truffle,
Rap - this shit, it niggersky fufel ,
" Oz - ounce " simple, and no " dzhyan - dzhyan "
Specific sucks bezmazovaya rubbish .
You Vis, on the rap hung like a complete asshole ,
Foppish caprice lazhovsky repnyak . '
1 You're right , brother, rap it up - music ghetto
Black areas in America somewhere
No money, no woman, no power, no job
And you yourself are a loser , and your grandfather - a slave.
So, friend, look around -
Here, too, the same vicious circle -
No power, no woman, no job, no money
Our country we have the same stolen
You want to know where the real ghetto ?
Nearby, dude, not in America somewhere
All the difference is only in the shade of the skin
And our ghettos are very similar :
Here, too, the faces of passers- beat ,
Here, too, in doorways ssut
Here, too, the bandit respect and cool
Here, drink , drink , drink ...
Your funky area , your smelly staircase ,
On the street piss someone a bunch of
The roads are broken , the walls are inscribed with
In the debris with squeaking rat bite
Each apartment at the steel door
For each wall failure and the beast
Golimye chicks - for a couple of weaving
In Caucasian stalls fake vodka
How are you still intact here , you do not clear -
It's a place where to live dangerously
But you know the way to make it good -
Get drunk or get powder
Did you know that tomorrow will be just as
All my life in despair and Lager
In the hands of more and more marks
Answer , where are you?
In the white ghetto.
2 We - the children of black bread
Lead snow , cold sky ,
We are in the heart of eternal winter
All of our destiny - the scrip to prison
You were born to be unnecessary
This is your rock and this is my rap -
And even though you're white as snow outside
Inside, you're black , like bread , man
You can look like anything
To be punk , beatnik , Nazis , mod
Hipsters , hippies, ravers , Gopom - still
Your margin - is the bottom
We , the inhabitants of the ghetto are always similar,
And it's not about skin color
I, too, nigga, nigga you too
And Dobrenky God will not help us
Mitino Degunino , Perov , Korovino
What little pain us enough blood to us ?
Marino , Altufevo , Saburovo , Beskudnikov
Anger, pain, despair your companions
Kuncevo , Businovo , Brateevo Vyhino
Concrete walls and there is no exit
Kapotnya , Veshnyaki , text, Golyanovo
all a thousand times scrolled again
In the white ghetto.
3 And I will not give you advice on how to live
I do not know where we go
Terminally ill do not give a prescription
You will live in the ghetto
if you want to live in the ghetto
Changing itself , change this place
And ends , to begin with, piss on the entrances
Start a brother . About this question .
And together we share with you, there is nothing,
In the white ghetto.
