MiyaGi - Моя банда - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My gang, my gang. My gang, my gang. My gang is smoking, Vladik is not Ibiza. The wick does not sparkle, the girl is not a tigress. To paw the dilin-dollar Dali, we buy it. Give the medals to your uncle, do not drive your uncle, drive the villains. Cut the races, I'm tuned to the bit. This is Street Phytic lanterns. The ardor merged and calm. I sprinkled smoke, leaked under the ceiling. My fantasy has musical notes. I bow to those who really could. Smoke Wigger is dangerous. He grows obscenities that the demon is Chiter. A half -haired fag, such an arrogant beat on a repitu. Their heifers are in no hurry, blow my roots. You made a choice to be bad. I stay, swimming leisurely. These are my tables, Chigran Floo, I ruffle Katana Slow Mo. I stuck to the rap, with me a flock of owls. We live at night, my motto go. We have a tact, there is a lot of rape, so. Miyagi, Andy and Montana are confronted with the fact. How many bright minds. Fight with the temptation, I will keep in suspense. Where is it, but there is no word, but the help of outstretched hands. There would be enough time. My everyday catch. We experience me behind these walls. On it I bear the light, where the son enthusiastically plays the prisoner of time. At FM frequencies, the product is steep, on the streets it was raised abruptly. Those who see the blind, he will hear the deaf. Clouds dissipate. Direct from their native place, from where the souls are ruined. The correct sound, like a pure crystal, a twitch. As the best he is the best. The one, the truth of which is colitis. Anyone who is not a formator for her. And we are a palm in a fist and to the sky. For a standing brother. Under the office of the stars, no one. Like a wild -growing my good. Your draft will disperse all the clouds. Lost human on reason ... Hey! Hey there, the neighbors are higher! Hey, yes, is it possible to be quiet? Be closer to the starry sky. I climb onto the roof in the full moon. Old school fanatic, brother. Everything is normal, all nervous people smoke. Whether it will still be, we will live. Here we all fuck will puss. Just do it. Will smear, you will not come. A trembling attacked her head. We will find here for each council. Bulava - I will be Hope! My knife of the Bulat, on the steppes of the Badalas Kutim, on Kiki Navar his own style, a dangerous algorithm, drove, fly, obviously the fields of the Pautin. [X2] Ra-Parodist loads slagstone. Do not merge into scrap, we are Kings East for dogs and KIS ... My ... gang ... Time without counting on the bats. We are wounds on the drum, we got to the dream. The temple was falling, packs of lobes, spitting the past juicy. And I can tell you for sure - we got to the dream.