Текст песни Африканский Принс - Пацанский Хасл

Paczans we sweat beer at the entrance,
I am for zoom, but rarely be sober.
Top Patzan I and the Bagger Bag
We are tormented by our wakes and the gums of the Lupim skins.
This is a real movement is a real cargo,
We played a fool I flew my ace.
Still a little dying katka on blowjob,
I have a real patrum I married twenty years.

Praying youngsters feel cool,
Sports costumes and cigarettes with beer.
My yard is my family and the boys,
We are a generation of cattle as a country of country.
By quiet came to the Katya Katya already sleeps,
Behind the garages fucked Babu picked up AIDS.
I am a real type I'm in the courtyard star,
Mom dwarked that I smoke and me now cunt.

For your narrow pants we call Pidrila,
Although British Vova fucked Brother Kirill.
But once it's not Pidaras is our credo,
We love Adidas and in three strips believe.
Right, Right, Reliable Katyshok,
I took your iPhone and you have shock.
Brother see you frozen this winter bitch,
Brother I give you my dick you can warm up hands.