Текст песни Yung Дрын - Травмат

You were drunk and hands broke, the trauma of the house lies
Then they obsessed and the money was stolen, the trauma of the house lies
So that the guys did not hurt, the trauma needs to wear
And you will no longer give you a petty twill Yagu your shed. (x2)
I hold the trauma forever on ready, Jihad is not afraid of pain
Your friends have a deficit of will, how did the trauma get "tired?"
You bitch shed my jagu, know, for Rus I am here to death
I will not depict Magu, creature, I actually become
All the doors are open when he is with me, I like that kinheroy
All Gopniks will be slandered today, their place will take a young seambo
He also has a trauma under Panama, and he will raise the country like a jack
We whistled we are a warehouse, bought loot, and while you sat us not zap
They took the Ospa in four barrels, and the spice is now our, horses for now.