снубдог - стил - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am in a stor, I smoke, I drink, communicate, sitting for myself, I do not strain. My friend Vadim is better with me, he is an alphasam and a lord for himself. We are both in the company of girls, Sweat like an angel, but in their eyes they have a damn thing. We are going a little later, to put on a clubs, where of course, a complete schismatic will happen. I hope it will cost today without an emergency, otherwise the FSB willing will come to us, cover our gang, take it to a pre -trial detention center, where we will sing Murka to the head of the window. There, the local collar and Vadiom will apply dome, girls colitis, such things. On this sad note I will end this nonsense, I am a nasty, grumbling old grandfather.