Текст песни boo - эта песня проста

Do you think you stelish cool, cool you stele
you float down the river in a boat rowing
you wrapped netuda, no turning back
you can not hide, I have a gun

this is the eighth district, is the bottom of the - city
You live in the Urals, you fuck the cold
and let I am still young and like a hammer ebashu
I survive in the taiga and I fuck on hunger

you ebashish factory I ebashu home
a sheet of paper, pens and a microphone
Phone number unknown shines
ask pick up the phone, and I end up in the caller

And hang out on the Internet in the evening
I go in the morning, with red eyes
But over the years, I become all grown up
but not me, for Spartak Moscow sick

things are all uphill, as I do for fun
I go to the store and I buy Collio
I used to include in the hut I was smiling loud speakers
to neighbors Bouncer membrane

and my friend Roman, still kleetsya new heifers
such a Casanova, though he forty
and let them say that time no one treats
from an overdose of alcohol liver failure

not long ago on the Tiwi I saw about dismantling in Crimea
this is not uvidesh not one you film
some others want something to prove
so let shoot, let's not disturb them

My lyrics are so simple I ebashu under bits
and if you do not want with me zatusit
I take out of his pocket a sharp sharpening
I propose to put this bullet