Текст песни Жребий брошен - На Урбане

And you are removed on Urban, flying with cigarettes in the urn,
Like Vanya Urban all the fools, from labor natur, stupid to the corpses
In the morning a stupor of a friend, you are a fool of Durov garbage
Not to balance your pipes when I overcome you

Die is cast! - And you have a short match in shorts
Greenwich, Double Timer Rotes in Elasticity
Haha Brain Pasternak in work
The hair is on bald, because I passed the track to the penetration

And I dance in Boro Boro, like Ventura Rumba
In this madhouse toro-toro, I - Lamborgi Turbo
You are in porn porch and your body, on the street in the port
Diagnosis of judges to you like this: there is a dick, and Huli Ponta?

Oo Oo I combine styles, roast in the residents of Dibilov
I took a lot and merged them ha ha
Brains from all with plastin, they would make them all spend
And throw after a closed zip

Hey lot thrown, but he is not able to you
Hey after all you faced with a fixed subject
Hey and God leases to this world
To deserve in your heart to be the first