Four Tokarev, two 47 AK
Quietly calmly leaving the yard
At the traffic light, everything is already slightly jittery
Don't freak out bassot, everything goes like a bunch so far
Life is bad without a sucker, it's only worse without a dough like
Everyone wants to be in fashion
Survive as they want, relax in nature
Don't shake for a dime and don't think about the weather
There are four foreheads with thoughts of lawlessness
If mothers knew they would turn gray in a moment
They thought about it for two weeks
Now for the cause, they will actually kill
No room for error, wait, seem like this house
Let's park the basin, over that corner
Let's sit, keep quiet, smoke, and then let's go
Half a drink of cognac, so as not to catch a bummer
Snout down bitch, keep quiet and no sound bitch
Lie bitch, don't pull your hand bitch button
Come on bitch, shake your currency bitch
Packs in a bag, and a pack in that bag bitch
Quietly, calmly we go out into the car, like in a movie
Expression, face, as if it doesn't matter
Everything is smooth, no room for error
Now it seems that even the smartest Merc will not catch up
Seize the moment, or catch a shot of lead
If a sheep, the wolves will gnaw one or two
Just close your eyes and make the sound louder
The one who does not sleep at night dies with every line
Moscow, one three zeros
Expect tracks like a schoolboy of the last call
Music from evening to morning
Do not urinate your horns otherwise you will catch poznyak
Listen, I'm the one in every stereo
The one who pumps, and then time-tested here
Foul is immeasurable, knocks down doors on
The sound that is heard in the passing geldings
Listen here on, Moscow does not tolerate the weak
Terrorizing the backward like the left of the right
Everything according to the rules, those who were corrected
Two steps aside and this track is all over again
Come on comrade, move your sweaty body to the beat
Compresses under the foot like garbage
If you're not happy, don't hope for intermission, brother
We continue to fry while the lanterns are on
This light penetrates even through closed eyelids.
Style is cast in steel like a new coin
Steel cuts through the membranes and you love it
Membranes beat out the rhythm, take it in
Moscow, one three zeros
Expect tracks like a schoolboy of the last call
Music from evening to morning
Do not urinate your horns otherwise you will catch poznyak
