Мак Скири - Коп - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Mak Skiri 124, bengo

Pow, pow, pow, bango

We're in tracksuits

We are counterculture

There are adventures in our heads

Where to get banknotes

Bummer again with the money

If you're fucking rich

We are where it is poor

Where is half the city of cops

Where the law is easily circumvented, then run

Paint can in hand

Is there a mask on Max's face?

Running away from the cops, bitch, it's cool

Motherfucker, I'm trained in this, bitch, "nastet"

I grew up in these yards

Spending time from morning to morning, football bros

Because I know how to get out anyway

Since I have a clean pocket and dirty karma

Gopay, gopay, gopay, gopay, gopay

Eee, fuck these cops, cops

Hey kid, it's time to get out from behind the computer

From these locked rooms of this old house

This party is a mess

The native land is under your feet

Sneakers tread carelessly on it

The motor beats non-stop

Deftly, without falling into tricks, pro-pro-pro-traffic

Motherfucker, I'm that poor white guy, I'm always busy, bitch.

If I'm not pouring, then I'm pumping my body

But I always flood, bitch, that's the topic

Adrenaline and alcohol in the blood

Invulnerable Max, I forgot about the pain

I’m running my path while they have a show-off goal

New trumpet, I will forever remain a true boy

(They won't catch up with us) garbage beans

These people in uniform keep the boys in the area on the pale

To give a fine for beer

With a face like that, it's like fucking Al Capone

But when it comes to a fight, for example, between a prisoner and a drunken worker, where the hell is this law and order, eh?

Cop, cop, cop, cop, cop, suck my bolt

Hop, gop, gop, gop, gop, run

Cop, cop, cop, cop, cop, suck my bolt

Hop, gop, gop, gop, gop, run