На капоте песня текст

Обновлено: 21.11.2024

1к.
Этот мир еле тащится, садись в сидение рядом,
Я покажу тебе мир немного дальше МКАДа.
Я наберу тебе скорость немного больше правил,
С этой скоростью как раз мой ангел-хранитель летает.
Я далеко не фраер, мастер руля и педалей,
Просто люблю, когда машина решёткой глотает воздух.
В баке как всегда 9 и 5.
Сделай музыку погромче, будем прохожих качать.
На светофоре пускай разглядывают наши окна.
Нет, я не ганстер, но предпочитаю тонировку.
Я не спортсмен, но предпочитаю низкий профиль.
Считай это понтами - я заработал, мне пофиг.
Это не просто машина, она немного пуля.
Это не просто песня, это гимн тех кто рулит по жизни,
А не тупо имеет права…
За рулём я пою эти слова:

Three-beam star on the hood - it's food . I Meet , Moscow !
Under the ass by my 3 and 2 - it's food . I Meet , Moscow !
Three-beam star on the hood - it's food . I Meet , Moscow !
Under the ass by my 3 and 2 - it's food . I Meet , Moscow !

1k.
This world is hardly dragged , sit in the seat next to
I'll show you the world a little more MKAD .
I will type you a little more speed rules
With this speed just my guardian angel flies.
I'm not fraer master steering wheel and pedals ,
Just like when the machine swallows air grille .
In the tank as always 9 and 5 .
Make music louder , passersby will swing .
At the traffic lights and looking at let our windows .
No, I do not ganster , but I prefer the shading .
I'm not an athlete , but I prefer a low profile .
Consider it a swank - I earned , I do not care .
It's not just a car , it's a little bullet .
This is not just a song , a hymn to those who steers through life
And not stupidly allowed .
Behind the wheel I sing these words :

Pr .
Three-beam star on the hood - it's food . I Meet , Moscow !
Under the ass by my 3 and 2 - it's food . I Meet , Moscow !
Three-beam star on the hood - it's food . I Meet , Moscow !
Under the ass by my 3 and 2 - it's food . I Meet , Moscow !

2k.
Food calmly and impressively , cast away your fears .
Once upon a time can be seen in me died Schumacher .
Maybe while on the road this metropolitan traffic
Maybe once foolishly broke the rear bumper.
Just crush bass instead of headphones in soup ,
Just wood, leather . etc. in this same spirit.
Instead subway 18th radius cooking,
But behind the wheel all the same . the same kid with proletarian ,
All the same, the rapper out of the park with the stupid name .
What ? Can change it ? But can not change the head .
I'm telling you this is not an empty advertising.
Money changed, but they are only weak .
It is trite , man, live like a road in the mountains.
I moved on wheels to be there soon.
Body polished , it reflects the city .
Damn ! I find the time yet .

3k .
I dedicate this song to those who love cars,
Those who have already bought , and those who have just started to accumulate ,
But it is not so , who is sick in the left lane to the cottage .
And it is not so , who is in a traffic jam and bykuet Likhachev,
I dedicate this one to the right Cedeno ,
I appreciate that not for this piece of metal.
But it is not so , who are jealous , looking me in the back
And smiling to home tossed .
This song is for windows, this song is for hatches.
This song is for traffic jams, what would you dispel boredom.
This song is for nines and wheelbarrows for credit .
This song is for girls and for boys even more so.
This song is for diesel , this song is for gas.
This song adds 30 horses at once !
This song is for SUVs, this song is for the mini .
This song is for .

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