Текст песни I.G.O.R, 1.klass, Shokk - New Russian Standart

new Russian standard
finally we waited for the Russian turnips to scald everyone
my flow boiling oooo 2009 this is the year, fuck you vrot
haters, and all others who do not believe in us!
No, you are not our step, you are many years behind us
yeaaaaaaaa
incredibly your team has only fifty cents
how is it!? Yes, it doesn’t happen! Something is muddied there for a blunder 3 kopecks
it happens in life gnawed! but grizzly bears here nothing if you screwed up and climbed yourself
fuck in the end primiera or2 bit dalbit
and the sky is crying this is KLA $, Zarj, SCHOKK, rap troops I.G.O.R and lads from the mastovyard
optician rush presents a new Russian standard!
a wave of heroes responds with claps in countries want
this is a rap working authority until the night you sell your skin your not comrades
-1.KLA $
Che a 1 class legend turnip look the enemy does not sleep
I read ms fly away like chicks
I shoot rhymes at suckers like a sniper
you steal my steele and say that I am a biker
huli beef eat your vegetables and fruits
if i want i will tear your rap like beads
I don’t need double thaim or 2 rhymes!
ras spat two spit you all dead like hitler
I read getting clean clean in so in so
I stick my dick right chick chick in the ass in the ass
I will give those drove the tsyklya tsyklya
your time has come to an end so tick tock tick tock
I'll show you what the wild north is
I save rap I'll write off on help like a chip and a deil
your kitty kitty has a lump on her pussy
write dissy dissy but have cha malafya on the tongue
-SCНOKK
I don't give a fuck who are you from where in my eyes you are a sucker and your mother is a collective farm whore
Posleen that I'm vulgar, I'm not available to you
Reading Europe we will fuck you in the ears you fuckin and listen
all that you have is fucking unnecessary for us, we are rap troops
we are subconscious of the streets! you sold your honor as a flova zaikova for a ruble
yes, I piled up on your criticism for the truth, they are not judged
let pilin gris walking fight and I read abruptly
your Russian rap stupid whore I let her flutter
and fear and hatred burns you like an ulcer in the stomach
basta unclear you have a case to vet like you
I hit the chelust in a big way with a dickhead
i declare vine on you i declare war on you
vet I am responsible for the words and I said I will tear you