Районный

Anyone who in traffic jams
In all matters and Mutko.
On vintavuhah home clouding
Jazz MeV . Alive.

I hid between the monoliths ,
Representatives from Ovoo with weight or without .
Not really believe the government,
Less often pass by couples ,
Cooing in the alley among the yellow leaves and cigarette butts,
Wearing brand Winston .
I live on vintuhe where half sticks
Half way into the treads CROS shesnarik for shlyuzikom .
And someone is trying to climb to the top of the pyramid of needs,
Become an elite among the number , in search of quality.
Not really impregnated with smoke , not vtochen AIDS
With Asik cut dust in the anomalous heat .
A pair of normal Napas and I patisony with nettles ,
And Lehoy with the 102nd ,
Who bombed the town of honey in warehouses and railroad cars .
At just two and lave in his pocket.
There varetos throw huckster on plan
Or sebnut in the stash and ushatatsya ,
For all this hip-hop revolution.
For pseudo- lads and pseudo- friends,
Living with us in this pseudo- paradise, damn .
Mom I'm sorry, but
I'll never be the same as you would like to see me
I'll be better , I have a bit of bass . Nevertheless ,
Bosko behind , troubles with musarkoy
In the circle of managers dies clear my personal stuff .
Honed , though teeth Stafford
I try to suppress a tyrant to become fluffy.
But I live in the country whores , ultra- right-wing guys
And just people who fuck on fraternity or tomorrow.
Here vlipshie on dvizhnyak under tramchikom ,
Or depression is so gloomy ,
With whom I did not was about three and a half years ago.
Junk novya worse , but clearly anyway .
This verse is not Bombings ,
Recorded with a check and smoke , rap fuck on , not on you .