Триагрутрика - Убрало Бро - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

[Ingushit]:

The smoke of Tibetan incense stretched through Antrisol

From the fact that we united, someone is underway again

Old Kent is still rock and roll here at old school

The old rappa imprint is also there on the old curtain

Tea table, neatly [...] crumble

Calm as if oil on canvas is now writing

Everything is on Fengha, even a loud bit did not create a noise here,

When I rehearsed on the basis in the old Shure.

We have prepared a terry staph of your ears

Appreciate the genre, I'm not greedy, the most fresh juice squeezed

With all my heart, you shook a shaking from large trees

Welcome to our world, welcome to our house

Chorus [Vitya AK, Maxim]:

Bro, this is shit, bro

You removed you, removed you, bro

This is shit

Shook, stuck, removed

Come on again!

This is shit, bro

You removed you, removed you, bro

This is shit, bro

Shook, stuck, removed, bro

[Maxim (AK-47)]:

Now those who heard something have heard something from the corner of the corner

This track was too cool, and he suddenly did not come out

They really wanted the mice so that we were quieter,

But someone Carlson holds all the roofs here

TGK, AK, Long Bllant, Smoke to the Ceiling

Zheka, how to count (what?) Panama on the head of Nigerka

And this is my crew, and this is my gang, yes

Then they put in a radio and bomond and gopot

Gently extinguish the story

Everyone fucks how it could be so

Let's bury this 0.5 nestea

I'll tell you, this is our fierce style

And on the track here is not a single

Boys are waiting for my quatrain salaries

TGK and automatic - this mixture is dangerous

But to do it softly is not advisable

Chorus [Vitya AK, Maxim]:

This is shit, bro

You removed you, removed you, bro

This is shit

Shook, stuck, removed

Come on again!

This is shit, bro

You removed you, removed you, bro

This is shit, bro

Shook, stuck, removed, bro

[Jahmal]:

The soul is rich, the mind of the ward

This is a triarutrik at the apparatus

With the support of a Russian machine

Rata-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-T-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-T-Ta

Our brigade is a brother for brother

On the patch from dawn to sunset

And your guys look like kittens

Too rusticly, rap is just cotton wool

Take a look without a mat

The States or NATO We, thanks, don't need

We have everything in our homeland.

Hello from tankograd and outskirts of Ekata

[x3]:

We will remind of ourselves more than once

Let these waves cover in full

Let's fill this club to the edges

Today there are only my Sisters and Homies

We will remind of ourselves more than once

Let these waves cover in full

Let's fill this club to the edges ...

[Vibe]:

We started here at all from scratch

We left dirty streets, reached the Kremlin

You listened to us when you walked freely without money

Meet, the detachment returned the crown to his circles

We write an album when something is exploding over the city-Bom!

Without knocking with your hip-hop to your iPhone

With me, a meter bong, good pon and concrete block

The bit removes from the request to pass hello to Valka from Petrozavodsk

Everything is simple for me: to darken a cash on Land Cruiser,

Looking for the bats to Vita and to Vasya, to Mikha or to the belly

What will your producer say? "This is *out of the city"

We did not go through the "Battle for respect" or "Rap Music"

[Vitya AK (AK-47)]:

You want me to take Mike and take it to it clearly

So that Africa freezes, Posokotka swears

This is AK and TGK, on our HOOP a seal

In your hands a remote control, in a bomb tape recorder

Vitek in the inadequate of the Steel

One hundred years on stage, no matter what kind of pussy there

That week you have not heard this topic

And here she is in your cart on a repita on Monday

How, you ask, die MC; Judge for yourself, there is no judge in the rap

And, if it shakes you, my hands are help

I see in my hands the jamb will be forgotten, with a bite with his head, his head is beaten

Naked dick in the country, but we, as in a dream, and about this we will remove the clip

These are guys from birch and Chelyabs

We will put you on YouTube not likes, but hats

I will return everything back through the adron collider

After all, so many things need to be returned back