Текст песни LRC - Короли улиц 12

Disregarding the norms
Common Forms
Winds in the head
Adrenaline equally
Secret formulas
Enthusiastic about spores
Feeling the speed of pores
As a forward on the field
Sparing no fuel, not wishing for odds
Traffic lights, strobe, thirst for speed
On the edge of the abyss adrenaline and anger
Neutroamplifier, I launch the blades
Continuous lanes, bypassing buses
Through the streets of the megalopolis both in the forest
Give the wheel a maximum of friction
Steel piranha, dangerous floating
In the dynamics of rapping, inside the spring
Turn the keys - good
Man and machine a dangerous duo
Duel of rudders, sparring kings
Be a bullet, be able to defeat zeros
Choosing the right ways, the speed limit
The hero of news and garbage reports
Elusive bastard, an idol of beauties
He is motivated by the desire to possess a title
From the excitement about to turn inside out
Apparently, the moment of truth has come,
Time to find out
Who in the nature of fire, who is a single shot
Spit on financial crises
Decoupling nears
Break the bank and merge abroad
Karine dreams Nice, he has new files
There are other wheelbarrows, there are steep bets
Cigarette one by one before the filter
In a tank of 20 liters, would not let Nitra
On wet asphalt
Like the ice on the bends
But the main thing is not to slow down, enter on a full
Scrolling numbers on the track is taken by the camera
Merge the drivers of Mercy, Toyota, Hammer
Boomers, Chrysler, Mazda, Skoda
Minimum on her course insane coyote
A couple of hundred at stake, roaring motors
Talk is abated, the flag is raised
There are no spectators here - all witnesses
Clutching, gas - all in a daze
Poisonous palette, two cars
In the distance, only the dimensions and flame of the nitra are visible
And as a bullfight, who decides whom to strike a fart

Motor, headlight, start
The motor growls, tires smoke
A real man needs it
My element is speed, adrenaline in the blood
Full gas past you forward and fly again

Burning the fuel, drowning out the screams
New car, we put gas in the floor
Wheels burn road, wheels our feet
We are not expected at home, a chat room
We make bets, Prem without stopping
Not a second in traffic jams,
Exactly seven per hundred square meters
In the throat of a machine heifer, screams stop
They gave the handbrake and the sharp turn
Halfway to the finish, the floor is lit from kipish
And look, go, the soul is already frozen
Not a lot of PSC, traffic police will add gas
Here there are no ointments - we bring down at once
We go around on the right to refuel, raise the rates
Pedals like spears, rudders like tomahawks
Cut to the whole turbine, explosive mine
Massacre campaign will come out steeper than Tarantino's
Forward car, fire shouts rubber
The muffler launches clubs of amusing smoke
We are passing by the window
Expensive boutiques and fashion shops
Stations, parks, traffic lights, roofs of houses
Double stripes cut the kings of the roads
And as a bullfight, who decides whom to strike a fart
Motor, headlight, start
We are not expected at home, chatting in columns

The motor growls, tires smoke
A real man needs it
My element is speed, adrenaline in the blood
Full gas past you forward and fly again