Константа - Борьба - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The fight against drugs?

Which ones? And who will fight with them? The prosecutor is blue?

We smoke joints Vasily,

Sorry we didn't ask you!

Everything is in force as agreed.

From one - two, from two - four.

Hello fans of white lines, we have a new topic.

Well, how did our doses drag you down?! I see it’s already pouring out of my nose. Hello, threats from us. without prose.

Philosophers make money, sailors have no questions, smugglers don't have any questions, huh? Debts are eliminated nobly and purely, like the Count of Monte Cristo. they don’t want to give it up and three tankmen decided to jump off on the tank, we don’t need 300 barrels, one Zhenya motorcyclist is enough for us! The tank is on fire and the caterpillar is hanging somewhere near a cliff. Eh? these are for numbers that did not reach the owner. A? your ambush, center or outskirts, will be found and punished. right. huh? Right! absolutely right! I understood everything when I sold my first gram, white or gray, what’s the difference!? They’ll take it away. They’ll tear it off with my hands to calm my nerves. Life is like a bitch: one sells, the other buys, groping for veins. Withdrawals, basements, betrayal. Knee-deep in rats. And remember how Lena cried when you were sobbing on your knees, she thought you were extraordinary, you turned out to be a drug addict who doesn’t give a fuck!!!