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And we slept, the sky was smoked, cops feel it.

My crew in the style of Goodfellas.

I'm like Bruce Willis. The blues are on the loop, the ruble exchange rate has gone up.

On the river my ace took out everyone.

The bitch is holding it by the cheek, as if gumboil has grown. You will squeak like Vitas.

Prepare your body for takeout. There's a Caspian cargo here, you can't fuck with us.

And my family gop-stop hip-hop lays. Last week, a cop aimed his gun at my forehead.

I don’t know how I’ll perform this track on stage, but I know that Biegel will check out this track in the next world. This is old school, more dangerous than rifled tools. My PB took me away sharper than the teeth of sharks.

Here the Kremlin guard shouts: “Guard! " The Kremlin guard, if tired, would stoop.

And as fast as I could, I bought stock and bought it. Not yet God, but already as a patriarch, for real.

Until I die, I will steal from the bigwigs. Before I catch the trash, I do doll-beat.

I won't cool down, I won't wait for alms. I'll find food for myself on the fly.

Along Devyatino, past the shop window, I fuck my pussy. I'll sweep the display case, I'll cover the tracks.

Until he dies, I will need my fifty dollars. Fish, commerce, big and small, with my spinning rod.

Half a kilo on the shelf, blue tattoos. A couple of lines for me, a couple of lines for a chick in a mini.

She will throw her new bikini on the floor, throw in a couple of glasses, and roll her eyes.

He sits cross-legged, but the woman will spread her legs. And we will film everything on the iPhone against the backdrop of the LEFon.

A girl's best friend is implants. And I asked Stechkina for Santa.

My best friends are in prison. My best days were in the twentieth century.

There is chaos and poverty all around. I did not consider that I would die in this poverty.

Hey, ladder, accuse me of wearing it, I'll give you a reason.

Make me a decoration, like a carpet, with its face towards the floor. And if I were a buffoon, I would wear shorts and floor coverings to the attractions.

And so my diet is full. While you were showing off as a sales representative there.

The laws have simply driven us into pens. And how do you know what lurks at the bottom?

What fucking brand is this jacket from? So what's underneath it?

What kind of iron is what we wear under our jackets made of? I know it for sure and I won’t confuse it.

My check total is one hundred and fifty rubles. I checked everything, baked it under glasses and bald.

I'll gargle with Jack and pay for it. There will be one hundred and fifty of them, one hundred and fifty if I want.

And I quickly walk along the edge. Yes, I’m one of those people who would rather be completely screwed by the plaintiff.

I kept my head straight and stern and carried honor like this.

You can’t even count how many you’ve had in your life. I’ll instantly brush the dandruff off my shoulders like it’s a problem.

On the day of the week I will share the dilemmas. Anarchik, forget about all the problems and give up.

Well, dandruff is not a problem, just buy shampoo.

Both on weekdays and on weekends. Either I get smoked, or I get punched in the gut many times.

And if you decide to go against my bandits, then we will decide to riddle them to holes.

I understood something. I mean, I understood when I was growing up. I won’t give it back, I won’t give it back.

True, it’s not clear what the outcome will be, but fuck it. Shake your head to the cue ball, bro.

It's like a terrorist attack, and I'm Satan here. I won’t give it back, I won’t give it back. And I realized something.

I mean, I understood when I was growing up. It's better to do it on the go than to sit and guess.