Краснодеревщики - Галда - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I would even say: "I'm here for the first time"

My house is a scene, this is the topic! My house is the street! Hey you, don't squint! Trouble starts, my lads

I met, the wave rocked ... Jamaica is mom, and cube is dad, stupid speeches, I'm going to meet, my time

heals, writhes, loom, fucks, I will give a change, hmm ... according to the jaw, in eternal values,

Haalayan faces, huge eggs! Do not you like it?! Go bashful, handsome! There is a recording, fry!

Igli cooled, I am mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi, Mercedes Benz, Brabus, Karabas-Barabas, heel, I say:

"Park, come to me, a paw!" Right now, a light bulb, liver and kidney, chiki-chi, chiki-cha and the kids will burst here

There will be a point. What a chick, what a baby, what a cute cap on it! All hairy, sticks to me

Ksiva, here is inflated, this is power! Praised 5 betrayals, sergeant captured, waved O.P.

Its on old Palsons-Malsons, do you think you are Volka?! Mudak you and only! What kid are you?! Yes you

The prey of the bull-bunny crowd is smashed, you are not upset by the enemies of blood is washed! Baba caviar mockery, faces

Corrects! A knife, a knife in the leg sticks out, you have to be more picky.

I continue ... I continue ... I continue ...

Most importantly, now, now weapons, but, unfortunately, there is no permission, a minute of evil intent in the sky

It hung to be angrier, you have to be whiter! No need to be dirty, all kinds! No jaga jaga

He will not replace the Russian ointment! The ass will stick together from honey, from the vodka of the head, about our heads can be beaten with a hammer,

In the bags of gold, a guard and a cashier stabbed, in the pocket of Doloto I go home from "work", my wife meets,

Drive the hunt.

Now...

Hey wife, look, Galda, went from work, found it in the entrance! The girl laughs, laughs cute, she

Beautiful and very smart, but why doesn’t understand, the devil knows it! I give her a bribe, twist the heel, I sit in

nine, everything is in order: my beloved, short and long jambs, wretched legs, hands-cruits ...

Napas for an attack is blowing from boredom ...