Текст песни Жека Чеж - Тюрьма без оков

From me not to run,
Your rhyme melting, melting,
Nobody quite sorry
You press presses, presses.

The original Sikorsky than # sikorhuylo,
This is a story about Dima did sigh,
And his life changed very colorful,
But if it is just a short life moron.

Gashnev Dima seeing it as it is Breaking Bad,
He became so ganksterom that did ganster rap
I tried to make meth, even - God forgive him.
But to do that it is necessary to have brains.

Inside your head, only the island,
Not inhabited, escape from there very late,
You save from oblivion this dose monster
It is knocking at your door if Cosa Nostra.

This island is cursed, you're in it, Marshal Teddy
Do not try to run away from home, Andrew Leddis,
Prison without locks, I'm here in the role of Ben
Gashnev Dima number 67 is ill rap.