Квартал - Бойцы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the late evening I walk around the district, I have nothing to go up to my house, the boys are sitting obviously waiting for someone if something flickered in my head. Not familiar clothes are strange, I took a kalenny butterfly from my pocket, there are another 5 minutes to call the boys, Hello, the brother, come up here. Nightingale: Who are the brother? - Yes, I don't know how many people? - I won’t count the many, in short, I’m going to go myself while it’s dangerous, I’ll call all the fighters on the way and there will be a maz. Maza is not doubtful for the fighter of a warm -up of the spirit, the battle is unreasonable that they were sitting for whores there, for an unequal battle, in principle, I myself am the city, but I will hide my throat for my throat. Nightingale and Maleok: healthy, hello, what happened there? Yes, the entrances of this several morons, what do they want? - Yes, I don’t know, okay, we’ll give these bitches to crucify these bitches. Malek: the surface of the road, the path will indicate the path in black, the dozen will definitely lie under my reinforcement, and let them not whine later, our area is not criminal, I’m calling it, I’m not working out. ... Hugs ... ride: Well, fuck it, how much will I wait, go and get in to this fornication, the guys pulled up, I hear the noise of the motor, adrenaline in the blood boils not to avoid fucking shame. You told me healthy, who are you a son? Let me give you a smoke now in a company, you turned to the bastard today, you are mocking a whore of vodka, if you got drunk. Nightingale: Four cars under the eyeballs with boys, chains, reinforcement, battles, battle, battle, not around the mountains, garbage, if only everything was not focused, the brawl at the entrance click the brother to the tag. The screech of the brakes I am ready to be at least an executioner, and a head of the enemy, I will play like a ball, the enemy is drunk about anything drunk, flooded their zenki, wow ... the donkey is stubborn. Babai: The massacre began suddenly and without conversation, the pack of these Bessov climbs out of fear on the fences, the mountains are ready to curtail the common thing with us, for each other we are a city and an hour has come for an hour. A blow to the eye, cross, in the nose is a fucking in diarrhea, a blow to the hull and again a cross, what a question is how the enemy is puppy, we ply, calls the mobile, but I am not available today. ... Hugs ... Propy: I take the right hand in the jaw from the side, in the stove the left to the defeat of the sigh, I knock down the control from my feet, I finish off, what did you think? - I play the game with you. The screech of the brakes was heard behind the back, the brother of the asphalt will flood with a scarlet blood on time, I cut down a jump to the meeting with a cross -cut blow, I knock out the knuckles where I finish the bitch. Nightingale: I know that I am right in this battle, oak bat, I will demolish your makitra, they shout from the balcony: save, help, call the ambulance and the cops more likely. Run the Blue Batons go, and they do not do not doze off two nine nine, throw the iron on the car on the cars, sank the tires look at the enemy of the car. Babai: In the bell, everyone phoned everything is fine, are there any wounded? - Yes, no, everything is fine, original and beautifully true? They scored a bunch of informals so they need. Then they had been struck who were, they waited for someone or just drank beer, we scored those who just rested, not a dick in a foreign area to make you jackals.