Ама рашен ама криминал текст песни

Обновлено: 19.09.2024

Chorus - 2 times
[MACHET, MACHET and Hookah]
I'm a Russian, I'm a criminal
Write our names in the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation
Na-na-na-na, holy place is not empty
People are corpses at an eternal post

[Hookah]
Hey, only one should stay
One. Take care of me lord
From the scrip, from the prison, from the consequences
I'm under God, as if under investigation

Nothing, I'm not to blame for anything
Forgive me dad, forgive me mother
For self-defense, for injury
What to be (to be), not to be avoided

And who is my brother? And who is not very?
Here everyone knows everything about dots.
This is boys in strict mode.
In touch obsessed

Photobot man
On the hands are bracelets, on the body of the robe
Good morning camp
Here the law (law) is only on paper

[MACHET]
Only inherit freedom
Faith - a faithful dog, will not budge
Childhood knows how to twist dimensions and feet
Fatherlessness knows our faces

Personally know hunger
How to know the city of your five. Bag, glue, cold
At 15 try the maiden flesh
Embalm yourself with a Jaguar, after being afraid to die

Steal, fry, drive
19 rosary, dot, vanity
Tasting your blood more than once
Mommy removes the stranger from the sleeves

23 off the deadline
Rethink, Understand, Let God In
You save on schools and build prisons
We Fuck We System Products

[Amir (Legends of Pro . )]
Everything is as usual, everything is as always
A smile on the left cheek, a tear on the right
Bear, accordion, bottle, in blood - winter
This is my country

Glass in the cabin, signaling screams - it doesn’t matter
Opposite the five-story building’s eyes, they’re scared
There again, the drunk in the blood will mess
Everyone saw, but no one knows who did it

Show me what you're undressed
The devils are in a hurry to take a turn, turn their conscience to colormet
And we ourselves used to get stuck in monkeys
Change seemed as far away as Sannikov’s land

Here so as not to trample among thawed patches
680 grams of steel in your pocket, steam fells
From the basements, the wind carries rumors
About how often people go to waste here

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