Lyrics Каспийский Груз - Записка

We do not lie in the jacuzzi, but we do not dry the crackers either.
Unless the jacuzzi can not be called that puddle.
My area is somewhere someone is strangling someone.
My country is a ghetto, but only for the best.
Here chooses lifeline codes like this.
Smoke or kill here a sin or a sin.
From that no-number bowl blind as a mole.
As long as my brother leads, my finish is just the horizon.
Who is the sponsor, if the path pain and then paid for.
Until my turn comes, everything will be grabbed.
While I was busy with someone more interesting.
In the end, in hell for meat just not enough space.
It would have been destined - it would have been lying in a landfill.
So shut up the arguments and give me a lighter.
We do not tremble here seeing more rainbow flashers.
We will no longer teach the education of a stick.
My voice makes you feel good when donkeys are raped.
We are not afraid of rappers cake, cholosin.
If you like zakosili conchita, damn it.
As if we forgot that we live in Russia.
Through the rain, nails, let our note fly.
In the minds of people from Astana to Kiev and Minsk.
From Königsberg to Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk.
To swing the suitcase and Caspian on the low.

Chorus:
Apche, be healthy!
By garbage, not thieves.
For those who are waiting for the last call.
Our hip-hop will relieve damage and spell.
Apche, be healthy!
Past the garbage are not thieves.
Meet me at that gate.
And our hip-hop will remove damage and spell.

Second Verse: Caspian Cargo
How to fit the body in the package here I know without Google.
Thoughts, square Bosko, day and night.
And how in any point of Russia to questions Che?
The answer is so hard, that it will dislocate the shoulder.
And where am I? If you have a barrel in the paste.
To us limp life happy, in order to fall to our feet.
And we will surround her with warmth and care.
But as always, in the end, you * mouth it.
And so everything is as it should, the package is standard.
To die are welcome, admission is free to hell.
Unless of course we are treated to a cold cocktail.
And if we turn off the air let us turn on the telly.
And while between your fingers butt smolders.
I am wise in Baku, and the meaning of the track is unchanged.
Even if you squeeze winrar, the meaning does not change.
The meaning of Kal. Ahh.

This is not the TRP, this is GETTO, this is life from the first person.
Tin to watch until the end.
He ordered tuna white wine.
But someone ordered this youngster earlier.
We went shot at the support without raising an eyebrow.
Wine on the floor, youths in tuna, tuna with blood.
Humor is not our thing, down.
Our people will turn your stand up into sit down.
Here, even in the new year can not without shooting.
Such is the irony of fate.
In the eyes of dazzled and bit ukachalo.
Not a bit click on the repit and first.
This track will remove damage when you feel bad.
And if someone sneezes it means that's right.

Chorus:
Apche, be healthy!
Past the garbage are not thieves,
For those who are waiting for the last call.
Our hiphopchik remove damage and spell.
Apche, be healthy!
Past the garbage are not thieves,
See you at those gates
And our hip-hop will remove damage and spell.

Autro: Caspian Cargo
Year, day, hour, minute.
The prison is not for fans of comfort.
Year, day, hour, minute.
Original is a synonym for the word fucked * nuty.
Year, day, hour, minute.
Our people fiercely need currency.
Year, day, hour, minute.
Dirty Louis, gross weight.