Волю в кулак, брат! Не опускать флаг!
Только вперед идти, я знаю, ты не смеешь назад!
Я верю в тебя, держись, не падай духом
До последнего звонка, а там, глядишь, забедокурим!
У меня все отлично, нет для долгов наличных!
Какие наши годы - займу, отметим волю!
Пусть клацают замки, но на душе, бля, нет петли!
Но ты же лучше меня всю эту кухню знаешь:
Водили, ломали, стучали, морили, крутили, трюмили,
Под пресс попадали, но, все еще, живы!
А это главное, в этом и есть наша удача!
Так выше голову, братишка, ебашим дальше!
Эй, братуха, обрыдла скука!
Здесь и на воле жмут - веревки из нас вьют!
Развей скуку, дай красным в ухо!
Слышь, братуха! Слышь, братуха!
Эй, братуха, развей скуку!
Каля-баля, бей красных в ухо, братуха!
Life is crazy, can make a regular guy get a gun and bust.
Especially when you’re an alien in a big city with not many people 2 trust.
Plus life can get u on drugs
Life can make u do crime then do time behind bars.
His own bitch snitched on my uncle so he spent 2 years in a prison.
2 guns with full clips was a reason.
And couple weeks ago my hommy got locked away,
New problem every mothafuckin’ day.
Police couldn’t catch him on a big thing so they caught him over the bullshit.
Cuffed him put coke in his pocket, u know how they do it.
It happens all the times, u know it 2, don’t ya?
So jails all over this country full of fellows from Georgia.
Some of them guilty, some of them innocent,
Some of them trapped in this game of life, situation dragged ‘em in.
Put most obedients in this situation and even they will kill
In this city where love is fake and only hate is real.
I say these words 2 my hommy every time he’s callin’:
”I don’t even worry about you, I know you’re strong enough, dogg.
We’re waiting 4 the day that they release you every day and night.
I miss u but I know u’ll get free soon and everything will be all right”
Куда приводят мечты? Куда заводят ложные дороги?
Когда и за что на ноги наденут кандалы?
Полигоны смерти готовы, заряжены ружья,
Сезон охоты открыт, каждый под прицелом,
Мелом обводят чьей-то судьбы контур неровный,
Кому-то по гроб доски, кому-то, пока что, условный...
Думать над каждым шагом - этого бывает мало,
Когда в душе, с детства - корни криминала...
Смутное время настало - нравы меняются лихо,
Там, где раньше был смех, теперь - пустынно и тихо...
Там, где шумела листва - холод закрытых дверей,
Но, даже тут, брат, людей чуть больше, чем зверей... Will in a fist, brother! Do not lower the flag!
Just go ahead, I know you do not dare back!
I believe in you, hold on, do not be discouraged
Before the last call, and there, staring, zabedokurim!
I everything is fine, there is no debt to cash!
What are our years - loan note will!
Let klatsat locks, but in my soul, shit, no loops!
But you're better than I know all of this kitchen:
Drove, broke, knocked, starved, cool, hold,
Under the press fell, but still alive!
And this is important, this is our success!
So head up, little brother, ebashim on!
Hey, bratuha, I am sick of the boredom!
Here and on the will of the tight - rope weave of us!
Dispel the boredom, give red in the ear!
Hey, bratuha! Hey, bratuha!
Hey, bratuha, except boredom!
Kal-Bala, beat the Reds in his ear, bratuha!
Life is crazy, can make a regular guy get a gun and bust.
Especially when you're an alien in a big city with not many people 2 trust.
Plus life can get u on drugs
Life can make u do crime then do time behind bars.
His own bitch snitched on my uncle so he spent 2 years in a prison.
2 guns with full clips was a reason.
And couple weeks ago my hommy got locked away,
New problem every mothafuckin 'day.
Police could not catch him on a big thing so they caught him over the bullshit.
Cuffed him put coke in his pocket, u know how they do it.
It happens all the times, u know it 2, do not ya?
So jails all over this country full of fellows from Georgia.
Some of them guilty, some of them innocent,
Some of them trapped in this game of life, situation dragged 'em in.
Put most obedients in this situation and even they will kill
In this city where love is fake and only hate is real.
I say these words 2 my hommy every time he's callin ':
"I do not even worry about you, I know you're strong enough, dogg.
We're waiting 4 the day that they release you every day and night.
I miss u but I know u'll get free soon and everything will be all right "
What Dreams May Come? To give birth to a false road?
When and what will put shackles on their feet?
Polygons death ready charged gun,
Hunting season is open, each under the gun,
Mel encircle someone's fate contour irregularities,
Someone on the coffin boards, someone that is, conditional ...
Think over every step - this is not enough,
When in the shower, since childhood - the roots of crime ...
Troubles time has come - customs vary famously,
Where once it was a laugh now - empty and quiet ...
Where rustled the leaves - cold closed doors,
But, even here, the brother, the people a little more than beasts ... | |
