Текст песни SIXTYNINE - В Белом Гетто

My friend, a metalworker and inveterate rocker ,
File Type : " - I do not get into this music ghetto
You're white, you cho ivy as truffle,
Rap - this shit, this nigger fufel ,
" Oz - ounce " simple , and no " dzhyan - dzhyan "
Specific sucks bezmazovaya rubbish .
You Vis, dependent on rap as a complete asshole ,
Foppish whim lazhovsky repnyak . '

1. You're right , brother, rap it up - music ghetto
Black neighborhoods in America somewhere
No money, no woman, no power, no job
And you yourself are a loser , and your grandfather - a slave.
So, friend, look around -
Here, too, the same vicious circle -
No power, no woman, no job, no money
Our country we have also stolen
You want to know where the real ghetto?
Nearby, dude, not somewhere in America
All the difference is only in the shade of the skin
And our ghettos are very similar :
Here, too, faces of passers- beaten
Here, too, in doorways ssut
Here, too, respect and thug cool
Here, drink , drink , drink ...
Your funky area , your smelly staircase ,
Urinate on the street someone bunch
Roads are broken , walls scribbled
In debris squeaking rat bite
Each apartment at the steel door
For each wall failure and the Beast
Golimye chicks - for a couple of weaving
In Caucasian stalls fake vodka
How are you still intact here , you do not clear -
After all, a place where to live dangerously
But you know the way to become a well -
Get drunk or get powder
Did you know that tomorrow will be just as
All my life in despair and Lager
In the hands of more marks
Reply , where are you?
In a white ghetto.

2 . We - the children of black bread
Lead snow, cold sky ,
We are in the heart of eternal winter
All of our destiny - the scrip to prison
You were born to be unnecessary
This is your rock and rap is my -
And though you're white as snow outside
Inside, you're black , like bread, Maine
You can look like anything
Be a punk , beatnik , Nazis, mod
Hipster , hippie , raver , Gopom - still
Your suburb - is the bottom
We always like the ghetto ,
And it's not about skin color
I, too, nigga, nigga you too
And Dobrenky God will not help us
Mitino Degunino , Perov , Korovino
What little pain us enough blood to us ?
Marino , Altufevo , Saburovo , Beskudnikov
Anger, pain, despair your companions
Kuntsevo Businovo , Brateevo Vyhino
Concrete walls and there is no exit
Kapotnja , Veshnyaki , text, Golyanovo
all a thousand times again scrolled
In a white ghetto.

3 . And I will not give you advice on how to live
I do not know where we go
Terminally ill do not give a prescription
You will live in the ghetto
if you want to live in a ghetto
Changing itself , change this place
And ends , for starters, piss on the entrances
Start yourself , brother. About this question .
And together we share with you nothing,
In a white ghetto.