Текст песни TIM5-1 - Маршрутная

Our escort with the crew is charged with benzene, we will immediately say that it is even better to take this basin at a sale. This VAZ drags, it smears us, and what is most important - the aces are crazy behind the wheel of the VAZ.
quickly past the metro, past the trolleybus with a shot to the first bistro, fill it in again - there is a clean canister, there is something written on it ... yes, it’s the only one, I’ll check the fris- and trotted capriciously upward.
We have become familiar with business hotels, we are stranded and the spirit is not in the body and the body is as if divided and worn off with a file, we will pull our caps over our eyes, they are already burning with chillim, faster than Veron, more beautiful than Limo. In the columns of the sheets from the Taliban qualifications, they either get rid of the sting or the sting is filled up in the distance, look someone was accepted by fags. But we local guys seem to be sober so briskly drove past the traffic police post. Next, to Norman to issue the jackpot collected three zeros in the room and Andryukha undermined. all rushed. Along the northern highway to 57th there the dangerous red turn goes out
on gases kid, on gases. Forget about the brakes. Let the wind blow in your eyes, don't look back, the trade wind won't catch up with us. The arrow crawled, do you hear I said ...
on gases kid, on gases. Forget about the brakes. Let the wind blow in your eyes don't look back the trade wind won't catch up with us. The arrow crawled you hear I said wazzup
the most important thing is a smooth switch to drive from neutral, we are morally rushing to adventure, but physically it is scary to face a venereal litigation once
girlfriends by the road, but crooked legs attack like enemies
on many, but we do not care
we are on a minibus with Ashot, let's light it up there, I in shorts very successfully rushed to the dacha
drove on the sidewalk on the drum the rules of the ram - right
and the three of us pivas corrected there. Stop banging old grandmothers in ahue from the back seats swing the batch
Take the girls along the way and take them to the lowlands, we need a positive but not a visit. That Georgian made us on the Niva. Ashotik in a rage in the floor gas gave a little rub
as if mclaren on the speed he put on the speed, I am not macleod Ashotik I ask you to be careful.
We did it a hundred times, put on the brake, no brakes, it's a joke. Ashot fucked up minibus)
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And even cunt give up on the dacha on Sanina's pumped Volvo
But saving time is not worth the money spent, because in order to feed this nag, you need to figure out in Gazprom or play for Nalchik. But the little sledge in the glove compartment has a start for the wheelbarrow, and this means that Ashot and Vasya are pinching on the track, we are driving on the left, the rest stood up like stones would give me rights, I would show how the guys drive.
To plow on the highway, our goal must be intact until the ring was given the phone - I’ll dial Misha, the beeps then probably just doesn’t hear the faint or the drunk doesn’t breathe, then it’s ok
After all, the main thing is not where, but with whom and how is it arithmetic, but otherwise how? Ask Vitka how to put 5 drops on a brother
And fly forgetting about the brakes somewhere
The rubber is worn out, the steering wheel is bent, where are you going to go fucking
You are either drunk or under a sandwich, fu you, bastard, what did you say again? On gases?