Текст песни Честер - На филку

two cubes of sugar in a glass of boiling water
had a hearty breakfast, fucked coffee
pulled out, blew, aired the fur
what do you think, we have no other way
as it is, do not smell, do not eat
at twenty-nine success
I know that death is equal to birth
but this is purely my personal opinion
faykawa woman screams outfit
on the block, come on like a man
fists smashed in blood
hear this is my sleeping place there are many
someone will sow someone will plant
but there is not enough money for beshka, for sizki
with an ordinary question, where to get them
who to bet on and screw it up again
not worth playing if you are confusing suits
although it would be helpful to raise the filock
fifth power with a barrel in the mouth of a fool of power
and you mean some kind of illuminati
everything is the same with us, as usual in a quiet
I quit puffing but I don’t quit puffing
I found where the entrance is, now I'm looking for where the exit is
I inhale the exhaust, brother, how are you

tormented by conscience, throw it in the wash
have an empty bottle make a hole in it
hammered into everyday life I broke a piggy bank
bolts with a bench on my filka

mansion like in palm beach, only view of the hospital
brewed a whip packet in boiled water
in a pack three cigarettes in a box two matches
bolt cutter on the pipe, crazy with cash
threw the whip to the brother, the whip in the return
I remembered there is a place for a pyatikhatka
from the speakers quietly heard the guys ok
heard competently twisted cooler charging
either dust under the nose, or a bitch under the tail
so that this bush grows, I don't need babos
I do not need a repost to increase demand for rap
this is cheka cesarik this is a group
a couple more lines to your two-room coffin
city ​​of fucking cars and fucking roads
rap is packed in ziplock and we have a lot of it
with smoke under the ceiling to the aloha brothers