Текст песни Ed Nazarich - Правда Урбана

We are again two, I was not the only one
Two microphones are not a bunch of Babin
Let the noise or move your head
I'm not a fighter, but the mood of the combat

You wanted something with meaning but that was gryayayaz ..
In the area junkie killed per dose Vaaa ..
Better not vylaaz better climbs
Under each padikom grandmother pussy power

Master smears without unnecessary strokes
Dumb opens you the truth without words
The door is bolted shut and tight ears
Urban Truth .. Truth suffocates! ..

In the mouth, not many dry eyes the color red
I added a couple of grams of dangerous
She fell! As we stele on the Beatles
Check for their own, check the micro

Chorus x2
A check on the sheets where the subway
Then check to check that their own Micro
We are fans of the old, Old Retro
Check your receipt for the micro

Check! How closely do
I draw sketches of all open windows
Moldova must ask pace Mans
This poisonous sap flows through Paterno

I see in advance the full picture
Just give me a sample, and what the cudgel
To vystu..kivat all kicks and SNERI
I absorbed all the problems rusty

Around hyenas around rotten meat
Throw-daedayut..nahuy such Braz
But in its response, there is a MAZ
To understand punch Listen 2 times

Bowls thoughts fly, but not empty
Raskazyvaya truth catch sidelong glances
Like scratches on vinnile, we inevitably
And though not righteous we create for Hope