Текст песни Rido - Старые волки

So yes we haven't been on tv braz
Would you know how difficult it is to move to the top with Niza
The fate of the caprises cried us over the cities
But we are still a bit under the rap beat you on the heads
Bit and bass plus our vocals and will bloom the hall
No matter how there they do not make music for what you would shook there
We are on 343 people disappear to mutually moat, but not that mutter you
When wolves come to hunt you shout
Our fangs in the hands of microphones and bits
We were those who did music not worse than black guys in the form always
Ran out of the studio in the city
With me beard, we are brothers for century and poles
I make music with even tracks while the bass is falling in the ears
Throw a lot from smoke that so many loved
His fans are smaller waging the world

Chorus:
Among the clear sky as if thunder outside the window
You are not releges old wolves and you are lucky
This music drives crazy by a bit of cypite
Music calling her rushing
Among the clear sky as if thunder outside the window
You are not releges old wolves and you are lucky
This music drives crazy by a bit of cypite
Music calling her rushing

2 verse
Old wolves have enough powder for a shot
Like a samurai sword a good blood spray
I will hold a strip on your votes
You hear this voice this voice of evil dog
I do rap tasty in my recipe
Shakals raise with a floor with tweezers
I am 10 years old in this case is similar
Won there remains a couple of plugs from a plate
Words are in the skin
The referee in diapers blood from the ears
And I'm all stricter with anyone I do not share my lodge
To change old wolves, someone will come to be
But while in the garage lair stably at night we do what the bass eggs
Beard in touch AGA
Catch the phrases yes
Hold on together yes
Salam all browse yes

Chorus:
Among the clear sky as if thunder outside the window
You are not releges old wolves and you are lucky
This music drives crazy by a bit of cypite
Music calling her rushing
Among the clear sky as thunder outside the window
You are not releges old wolves and you are lucky
This music drives crazy by a bit of cypite
Music calling her rushing