Текст песни Акзар Фуко, Reazon, Masta Kesh - Мои дворы

in prefabricated high-rise buildings here, our people
ubivaetsya each as he wants - booze and Hashem
backyard legend obrostayut details
someone living someone survives
you know this is not the Queens and the Bronx is not exactly
here absurd game istkost vestkost
then what we are living here - varimsya every day
area of ​​my people and my ideas
it is slow to fast time flies
someone has found all here someone even the lost
feathers poloho jeep with a machine gun firing squad
in the yard, and this here was once
we are all soldiers in this invisible war
for a place under the sun, or at least, for satiety warm
this is not the son of the ghetto, it's just Rosiya
decides Survive zdest or flight
but as long as the hip-hop played from speakers at an entrance
it is a sign that I'm home, where I belong
all honestly, decide for yourself a friend or foe
This is my area of ​​Arkhangelsk Eight marriage.

we live in their gray boxes
We Burn, all without stopping the break
loud enough to hear all
but we invented the mouse, the start was quite at the finish line
Here as usual byldlo, nabycheno
and local women are very frilly
all the words to learn how to abinery
at the edge of the pick up artist is fashionable to be Shaved
then normally polls straps in pursuit
not for a new star for mobiles or weaving
for a beautiful place with a screwdriver
for extras for an array of blocks of gray killed hundreds
Walk under it in its native RANS
and understand this is about you, Houma
that you're so familiar with the streets of the industrial zone
that you became a home

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