Fike, Jambazi - Соседи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Fike:

When we move the party indoors - the walls are banging against us with our foreheads,

We all like to drink a lot, then sing under the influence.

We punch in the gut those who say that we don't let you sleep,

We don't give a f*ck, hey yo neighbors, team get up!

I usually didn't let them sleep at night on the fifth floor in a regular apartment. They said, like, you're crazy to stare at whores, to bang like a woodpecker.

At half past four at a shady party, garbage would fly into the apartment at the wrong time,

There's always enough in a shovel to give it to them with your salary.

He's right - who pays the fuckers. Where the money is - there are no concepts,

If you don't let them raise it - they'll stink and that's the end of the lesson.

Here you go, don't volunteer in the future and here's some cash in advance

And tell our neighbors: "We fucked them in the mouth."

"This is unbearable!" - everyone screams. Not a neighbor, but a nightmare,

If Fike sang in the fornication until noon, in the fornication on weekdays he drives a whore. Bullshit and bazaar, flood and fire, but with the cops

A couple of neighbors sniff our fumes for free.

Two nights in a row, our party will continue again, It seems like more than one cop will be breaking in.

And until the morning it will sound in every doorway:

"My people hands up in the air" - this is Fike in your background.

Chorus (Jambazi):

Listen, our tracks are crawling through the neighborhoods again,

Watch out neighbors, Fike and Jambazi are pumping in your background.

Listen, our tracks are crawling through the neighborhoods again,

Beware neighbors, Fike and Jambazi are pumping in your background.

Whiskey, moonshine, vodka in my body, I try not to interfere with this.

Neighbors have been on target since the morning, do you hear the melodic knock on the radiator?

I know for sure - you can't hide from curses, it's unknown how long the party will last here.

They'll be mocking you all night until the morning, up above is the house of "unidentified persons".

Two kilowatts of sound will destroy the walls, to the sound of a butt hitting the door.

Neighbors behind the wall, barely breathing, will pray, falling to their knees.

And even at seven in the morning, after our party, the music in the apartment will still be fucking.

Stay in touch with the cops, if Fike and Jambazi are hanging out at the apartment.

Chorus (Jambazi):

Listen, our tracks are crawling through the neighborhoods again,

Beware neighbors, Fike and Jambazi are pumping in your background.

Listen, our tracks are crawling through the neighborhoods again,

Beware neighbors, Fike and Jambazi are pumping in your background.

Listen, our tracks are crawling through the neighborhoods again,

Beware neighbors, Fike and Jambazi are pumping in your background.

Listen, our tracks are crawling through the neighborhoods again,