Текст песни Жан Сагадеев и E.S.T. - Сука

In a short time,
And bitch, you're dead
I do not care what it is
A bullet or a knife
Will have to pay for everything
Without this it is impossible
I pull out your guts
And I will give to friends

One dark night
Maybe bright day
I'll be out of the ambush
And we will stay together
And if you boas
Fear and anguish
I will find you
And blew the brains

As part of the evening with us
At the same table
You ate , chatted and dabbled
little red wine
But loudly resound
Now you knock your
Judas Judah you
And do you bitch of bitches