Lyrics Диман - Диман - Шпана

In the books of one lie,
Sky breathes voronёm ,
Feathers fluff from one to two,
Knock knock, knock on the gene motor
The blood hits the brain,
A young boy , the smell of cigarettes ,
Street conscience most regular guest .
uncompromising solutions
Form your brain .
Do you hear the voice , not what matters
He calls you on it ,
Sending a pulse of the sleeping area ,
The Fellowship of the evil gang ,
Knocks in the life of the bat ,
Fights , shot into holes ,
Bed bed on the ground ,
On the bloody sheet ,
Fall asleep to my laughter ,
The main task to destroy the world ,
From all troubles protect Boomer ,
Quick smooth, shining , real,
Of my dreams , expensive .
Girls have to die from start ,
Write boiling , roaring , Patlakh trusts.
The main thing to believe in my virtue,
I'm a mega- macho gangster district leader,
Do you remember the first thing as a weak body sweating
Winter lullaby sung as conscience wanted to say ,
But you strangled her with a rag , but you buried it in snow,
Then buried sivym delusions, and conscience lay there ,

Dad is sitting in the toilet ,
Mom in the kitchen yelling ,
Jr. in the corner weeping softly ,
And you're a real macho

There is street punks calling sand,
Punks calling crush street sand,
There is street punks calling sand,
Punks calling gnaw street sand,

Goes merry punks throw sucker , sucker wet ,
Hihi , hoho - hahahaha , I like smart flea ( x4)

Being young , but seasoned master,
Click the shutter , keep home court ,
Once upon a time in a vocational school he studied at the chef
But the cold wild city forced to become a thief ,

Being young , but seasoned master,
To click the shutter , keep home court ,
Once upon a time in a vocational school he studied at the chef
But the cold wild city forced to become a thief.