Текст песни KROPP - У руля ft. GRDK

Davit foot on the gas all the way hand at the helm
flies kilometer road the night city
whether neater brother watch the speedometer adrenaline pounding in the chest, and only need for speed engine noise under the hood tapped gangster life long journey and not a border
the dim light of lanterns main beam dimensions depend on you as a burrito from a Mexican
Starinka black BMW is prepared with 90
in red neon fire flies road late
Dr. fragments from hundreds of sharp broken lamps
My city is not blind people city people serious
we have here is not America but you also have your own Brooklyn
its laws better hide their epaulettes bitch
there is not smoke turns me smoke for years
the whole life of a transition stop pedestrians.
 
Nice smoke exhaled brightly burning lights
the city will leave from under the feet we can not escape the fate threw the cigarette on the floor did not manage to finish smoking
if there was no one there and then a man
not confident look, plus a mess in my head
Davit foot on the gas before the eyes of BMW
but here the sky is crying tears of blood
here not in high esteem waste land took weak
but the game does not play hide and seek in the big bucks
life has taught both pose risks
scary fact when one can hear and selenium flashers
and will not jokes like the air Maxim Galkin
I'm young, I know ask what I know about it
I believe there is a reason not to trust osayu heavens well and che m they are silent so quiet
years pass like minutes and we are looking for a way out.