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From Michigan to the Dnieper this rap can be heard. I wish the best to everyone I call brother.

Those who have no wormy guts and no cheap dramas, who are on call at five in the morning and just dialed. A dense crab is flying towards you, as powerful as a jack.

We, despite the losses, have become a hundred times cooler than you. The spark still burns in our eyes, bro.

And we are always close, even in different cities. -Oh, my brother, each of you has no equal.

With you there is always only the truth and the healthiest movement.

I call each of you brother and I have the right. A real family, like in the TV show The Sopranos.

With you there is only a buzz and no stress. Each of you has a trump card hidden up your sleeve. And it doesn’t matter whether it’s Kiev or

Odessa, ha ha, be it Lincoln or Moser.

It’s not for donations and dollars that real kents write hits without fuss and fuss.

Fierce shit is happening, the world is on the verge of fucked up, but brotherly hearts are beating in unison.

It’s not for donations and dollars that real kents write hits without fuss and fuss.

Fierce shit is happening, the world is on the verge of fucked up, but brotherly hearts are beating in unison.

My brother means family to me, and I don’t give a fuck that he’s not my blood.

I am responsible for him, my brother is crazy, but he is kind. My brother will give me a voice of cheerfulness when I’m sleepy.

The bro doesn't bend his heart, he's like level eight.

With my brother, half a bottle, half a glass, half a jar. Problems are divided in half and money is divided in half.

One soul for all, which means one slipper for all. You better not get into our common fund, save your stumps.

Cunt, brother, don’t confuse me, it’s stupid to think about it.

We've been scattered around the world, waiting to meet you like a miracle. My brothers and I threw a couple of lines over the loop.

My brother will mix it in such a way that it will sound fucking cool. -My bro is as strong as without a Prima filter.

Hotter than Crimea and cooler than Gordon Freeman.

He makes a dream, I finished off a dream, plus fiery smoke. In the Hiroshima area. My brothers are strong, each of them is a legend.

Cases have been heaped up on different continents. I remember all the moments and thank my brothers.

Fair wind in the sails. No feather, no fluff.

The information has reached me that I am an old man, but this is all nonsense.

We smoke a joint, and there will always be a thousand reasons. Talk to my brother about everything, a little bit at a time.

We will get through any crisis, everything is still fucked. In general, fuck business.

Let's write text about it, star in a video, smoke cigars, listen to Presley Elvis.

Why else have we gathered here now?

- It’s not for donations and dollars that real kents write hits without fuss and fuss.

Fierce shit is happening, the world is on the verge of fucked up, but brotherly hearts are beating in unison.

It’s not for donations and dollars that real kents write hits without fuss and fuss.

Fierce shit is happening, the world is on the verge of fucked up, but brotherly hearts are knocking in unison.

- Fireworks and everyone is mine, whoever is alive and adequate. Zhitukha was like a croupier and scattered us all around the map.

But it doesn’t matter what’s not nearby, the main thing is that we move on. The wind blows in the sails and the boat rocks on the waves.

Brotherly hearts in full strength do not stop beating.

Our boys of steel will all be on the pedestal. We’ll put everything in its place and compare the layouts. Suckers grow in bushes.

-We'll shoot everyone like Stalin.

-I will always appreciate and remember those who were there when we stood up and fell, when so many fell around us.

My people didn’t disappear into oblivion, you never know how many times they came out, traveled miles or were scattered around the globe. Like the Shaolin monks, we do what we are lazy, we fuck all day long not for your rubbish.

Fuck up the brotherly move, a lot of zeros are falling.

Maslovy, quickly gobble it all up for the sake of your hockey. Then the life became angry, brother, pull it, then pour it. I know we will overcome everything.

Fuck you all while we're here.

While you are here trying to please me in the moment, the boys and I are making a mess here

Vasya Wind. I know one thing, uncle, that in truth only I see the weight. My city is on

Dnieper, where everyone is looking for interest. My brothers are waiting for me at home, wherever I am, bro.

I even found a studio and micro in the States. Here you are close in spirit, but you move to the bottom.

Our style, like a spider, will get under your ribs.

Aristocrat or rich millionaire bomboclaat.

The main thing is to be a cheap dude, not a cheap asshole. You can't even split a joint here.

I am not your brother if you are holding a machine gun in your hands against us. You are a fagot and a complete mince. Like what the fuck!

Out here rippin' it up, never giving it up. Spittin' with my brothers dirty facts.

Dirty facts, sharing bitches like snacks.

Step wrong, we react, attacking scheme ass laid back in Maybachs. Dressed in all black, selling crack at the trap.

-This is real rap.

- It’s not for donations and dollars that real kents write hits without fuss and fuss.

Fierce shit is happening, the world is on the verge of fucked up, but brotherly hearts are beating in unison.

It’s not for donations and dollars that real kents write hits without fuss and fuss.

Fierce shit is happening, the world is on the verge of fucked up, but brotherly hearts are knocking in unison. -The world is rolling somewhere at great speed.

And once in the 2000s I danced at speed.

He drove the guys crazy, he beat them with pure pressure. The array is no longer the same today.

-Wherever we are, whatever we do, know hip-hop on the connection, I’ll throw Nike on my foot. It rocked, rocked and will continue to rock.

While we rhyme, it resonates with us like strong tea.

How many words are said in this micro brag and warms someone’s soul. And I'm stuck too.

I roll through life like a Lanos with volume three and five. I give all my friends crab, the rest don’t give a damn.

MC is at the microphone. I'm from the third front door. What you love is coming to me with

Otradny. If you're a rook, get a knee in the liver.

I am Soloma District, you were cured by Chernigov beer. From Kardash to Solomenka, from Borshchaga to Arena, there are few of us left.

We are metropolitan natives. From Voskresenka and Odessa, Primorsky District.

These are brotherly hearts. I shake the Black Sea for everyone.