Truетень feat. Кайспийский Груз - Своим - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It is not in the first year that the opposition of various criminal formations led by the thieves in law. Naturally, all regions of the Russian Federation are drawn into this network.

I'm gritting my teeth when it hurts

Eye closing when the sun shines

Manila since childhood driving underground

I know how much the robbery is shining

Words on the wind will not bother, I know

What time will come and answer them for them

And in the camps my indoor frightened

Rifhampicinine destroyed the liver

And my bus will rotate to the ultimate

Old bus killed dear

I finally throw a repch

Under the sound of the motor or funeral

People spend on me on the last way

Conduct people who do not know

And howl sirens will not wake me

Salam Caspian from the Altai Territory

We noted that a certain intensification of the criminal world or representatives of criminal communities is intensified and in our Altai Territory.

A. In Altai Salam from Baku in the return

We feel in disorder in order

And smile while the prosecutor is there

Threatens far from the resort

Heart is not in the heel,

But heels affect the heart

Lived, brother

If the schiek Svidoy cool peppers

Life gives PAS or beats a podcast

And we are not to blame for blame

And I wish you guys

Sales of Judges and Pizdatov

We will raise the toast for the bazaar and for broken headlights

For the rhythms of the guitar, for liters from the container, forgotten

Over view of those old that saw my eyes

All of its own and in the apartments and in hibars

You are generally all saying constantly: chaos, chaos. Do you even understand yourself what it is?

Fast I rub in my back

It turned out to be age, and I thought colded

And you and you don't ask, honey

When the sinuses of the face-pafe and legs laid

Dusty cases, things are not completely bright

Method of subtraction from pack of cigarette

And if smoothly life goes plus the taste like sugar

Then we have it goes, but goes, fucking fuck

And head on the plate did not cry

And in the head is not rap, and not rag

Cause AMA Hastla Everyday in this Struggle

Organs - fear, so from fear

And yet harmful to immunity

Want at full though in the pharmacy

Brother drone, day was difficult

So wish you good, I wish you success

And somewhere I heard that time heals

It's all crazy i disagree

You were in the morning, but will not

And bullet chest will decorate