Текст песни MCPanama - Моя тачка

For any guy
A person is his car!
And his character is
As the tread on the tires!
A man's strength!
a daemon under the hood!
To be able to them
Ask a heat idiots!
Well, my babe
yes almost a salon
76-year,
From Christmas!
neither bit nor crash
Well, only the roof Crash
and another door crash
Yes there is not visible

no scratches, no dents
except that little hole
through which, every day
traffic cop poke figs
It costs only a couple of pieces
But at least one thing
It's all my sabbufery
car audio system! (Dt)

My tachila super,
and you do not argue with me!
SchA I'll come to you, you hear
And there will be blood
You got a problem, man?
yes a conversation
schA I run the motor ...

Ate customs cleared wheelbarrow
I gave the entire stash!
Wanted X-Zibit-in to give
In Pimp My Ride!
But he did not want the couple
And I perehotel (6)
It to me
as if the devil himself traveled!
And then I shoved
as the gasoline has risen in price!
Although the car fire!
Yes there under the hood
a real horse!
Powered blood and sweat!
From zero to hundred
my car accelerates
but not timed
so it's just a fact
I once in one race
easily came first
those cyclists
Whitefish has to treat the nerves

In my wheelbarrow cut hatch
to roll out there girlfriends
but I really have not bowled
there constantly travels my friend
As in dubstep sound of a wheelbarrow
Often I rezhit hearing
But riding area
I cut in auto sound! (DT)

When I'm on the area
All around chiki-peaks
I drove up to the house
Well sit Chiki
Do not be afraid
Look, I do not hold the steering wheel
Patrol your mother!

I'm driving like a
Vin Diesel from the afterburner
We with my wheelbarrow
rear bumper all show
Bugatti Veyron Super Sport
We even envy (6)

In short car bomb!
Yes, just I sat gone!
no attachments!
throw off a hundred, not a hindrance!
I would not sell it
just one problem
You wheelbarrow, I sound
I take the system