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Pearl of the underground

[Raam]

He returned again, this is not the first time the hem has been stingy,

Whispers quietly in the ear, "guy, only one option"

Gives inspiration, from two shores the wind of changes blowing,

Stay then you will find here that others will not understand.

The pearl is beautifully beckoning the pearl tint,

Where wine beers was cooked even under the princess,

Not one has raised your beloved city generation

And with the spirit of time he carried an incredible flavor.

I'm sorry if the monastery is wrong, I found a treasure here

What can not be bought for money, if desired, do not sell.

My squad is quite reckless in order to praise you from now on

Without speculation in this dress, only recognition with respect.

The trace of the tread will leave our minister in the way

Among the countless roads of roads and stone blocks.

From the gateway dark to the light with music from the heart,

I trust in you my city, you hear Vinnitsa!

[Judgematik Zen]

This is our dear house, a sweet-big house-house,

Concrete designer, convenient route

In 20 minutes, from point A to point B, a resident on a resident puts cliche

Banknotes - target, at a discount buy happiness from papier -mash.

The material desert where the Lord pray,

So that career growth grew, as on yeast,

The routine rinses dreams after cold rain,

Stop whining by the window, the mother is lonely deceived,

You are 16 in total, not without surprises of the rock supply,

Someone missed the brains, try to be wise, like an owl,

I grab the explanatory dictionary - I set out hundreds of messages in a notebook

The city is contemplating, catch me if you can, among sleepy passers -by,

slow trams, areas shrouded in jazz,

It is so important to find a treasure between high -rise buildings,

So many brave in conflict with a conscience will be slipped by a pig

Bells in the tower are beaten, and I sing:

[Chorus]

Here, just as elsewhere, but not the same

The pearl of the hem laughed and cried,

Here, just like everywhere, but not the same

The pearl of the underground, laughed and cried.

[Dpmn]

The night enveloped the night, inspiring the lines of the lines. Cares off! A scored bolt, sheet ... I will drag out that there is urine.

Half with piercing handwriting, I will coincide the most juicy, Podolski's pearl!

By the way, he wrote a cold ...

Puffs of smoke are eager. Children go out in puddles. Guys from the area are at risk of being discovered. Life is crumbling pancake. The neighbor is waiting for her husband’s alcoholic at home. I am on the stairwell, running awkwardly, because the light is extinguished. The first step from the entrance and immediately to the abyss of the district ...

Domestic at home, there is no use, my rap office awaits me.

Damo is on repeat ... enjoying the vastness of the city.

I observe, swearing and quarrels, patterns and how thieves work. Provincial Vinnitsa. She can’t sleep, we would not sleep!

I wish you less blood to both shores.

Fartu for those who are on the run are looking for a way out of the impasse.

The hand is extended to his own. Otherwise, for now!

[Henri Nikitin]

Vinnitsa Podolsky stones, from the battles of longtime, to lighting in buildings in one box,

The whole spectrum, from lanes to the avenues,

I am someone from the bottom, I see a pattern with my eyes,

A single web, we live among the secrets of the whirlpool

This city, 600 years of trouble and victories.

These centuries are my DNA, my rod, the descendants of men persistent, most beautiful Zhozhchin.

Hour of the peak goes out, the drowning is not in a hurry, our traffic,

It will not allow you to be late for nafig. Got dressed, and let's go to the rails, on the tram,

And you are in the right place of the city, in about ten minutes.

Teleporting to the desired apartment.

I love this swamp, at the Podolsk heights!

[Basta-y]

People began to move to cities, if the trouble happened to you, then certainly in the walls

The stone forest will come to you, life here is fucking if the asphalt is new underfoot. This is rushing me. The new pave of the years of the streets leads me

To meet dreams and somewhere in a new place

I will be happy, making my way through the barricades of high -rise buildings, even if you wiped my Nike to the holes.

YOU, traffic of cars on the highway,

Will deliver my body where I want, I'm not joking

In every City, they are waiting for me to hang out.

Basta is never sad, does not sit at home.

We smoke a dope, then we mutter a hip-hap.

The street gave me a style, there are a lot of barriers along the way.

Try to be smarter, know how to find your way,

Do not let the jackals in this maze,

In this safari, be a lion, do not stick ...