Текст песни СмокиМО - Траффик

Slim
One hundred kilometers in the city
In the cabin black leather
in basins black cat
inside all the same faces
I will go out and slowly slowly
From its entrance to an unfamiliar floor
what to write about something like a white black
Plus, to make a clear clear
in the columns I first like on the hut in the Kate
This bet for areas on this map
does not mean so necessary
If these three are often on a repeat in your monitor
this is something worth the Moscow tears does not believe and does it right
making stronger
in the city expensive steam of steam locomotives
scumbags big hopes and overmills
You want to change something but the campaign late
it changes you if you do not understand
In this clip there is no idle cartridges
While shakes the area inside the garden
beyond it has long been a sign
swing that rest in any
remember Moscow moving in a circle
Killing weekdays Let's replace Vanatore
There is something to see an ordinary viewer
and surprise if it is ready to imbued
Bent things are equal to big money
someone removes the street foam as a vein
and we are blood that runs on them
These floors
it is our life....

Smoky Mo
all what you believe you will get full
What you play seriously go to the end
My people and us already a whole detachment
Surgery as a special beautiful rite
Skalpius can kill a can bring a breath
without the owner themselves do not make a choice
money that respect guys like bosses
perform everything quickly without any extra questions
Saint Pi hide secrets at night and day
cuts meat and burns fire
Hold Flou.
See how I quickly imbued into your home
Get my dose right now and then
Streets sell snow which does not melt
someone breaks and gets what shakes
In a large car, big join hooded
I return home to the center in the morning sleepy
this is my stone block is my micro micro
This is my stunning hungry dough
One love as a finger who is lying on the trigger
And that fell as a heavy bag ...

Guf.
Sometimes I dream evenings close your eyes
and imagine as flying over the houses
Over the streets of the courtyards of the tram paths by Tolebuses over you
People airplanes fly trains
In the car squeeze the pedals of the Worn
And for me, any distance between cities is not a barrier. Well, it's like teleportator
It's nice to observe from the height of a bird'sral flight as from point A to point B hammered something
Just Kakoto Casting Under Seat
have a red arrows
from Pitrea to Moscow
and the northern capital of three stations
Here they will meet the boys they will always be little
And you think this is someone stops me, nafig
Who will overlap such a serious traffic
After all, how many years already and all satisfied
and Muscovites and Petrice and are not correct to Smolny
We explode gorgeous join on Moscow River
around make a fat attack somewhere on the field
Idols from clay rushing from iron hands
Tamara Konstantinovna Vkures about what her grandson sings
here Slim smelly and my name is Guf
We make the sound of Moscow-St. Petersburg