Текст песни МАРРАДЁРЫ - Стукач

You walk down the street
Just walk so much
Sun, birds, spring,
You don't care about everything
You go to marraders
As always in the mountain
And you think: "and not to score
I have a huge dud?!
Here is a party
Shootless heads
You meet familiar
And not very brother
You drag and sausage,
You call them sneaking
Reckon with handgribas
But do not forget about the stukcha

Pr: Stukach does not need anyone
Neither me nor you
Nor even cop
Stukach at the gray sucked
The sentence is determined
Himself

He will drive you about
That he does not lack friends
That it only gives absolutely
Strangers to him
Such shit he can
To tell a whole bunch
But I am sure that if
He will sell her mother
He throws us for money, freedom
Black sheep,
Bastard breed
You know, I'm not a supporter of coke,
Drapa, Gashisha
But just like you
I hate stukcha