Текст песни мы не они жека басотский
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What will happen to our boys?
Years fly, I do not want to jail
And they are pushing, Mussar
And our lads at tucking Aue.
Mother and son hope will Putian
A son of the case will award uslovochku
Intriguer say he is Sica
But he wanted to live, he is not gold.
Youth, nature takes its
All we chudili, it's all mine
Just like yours, & quot; Let bratishka smoke & quot;
Pleases fragrant pine cone in your pocket
Areas can be done anywhere own Tale
One does not suneshsya stood bosota
For your loved ones with back to back
And just as important spirits in you
It was a long time right now, was quiet
But do not put less than or missing roof
The boys have been living on the boys
At least 5 years of separation, remain friends
Zhituha shall spread yet, we are not the first
According to two packs a day, what you're all on the nerves
As there bratuha also scolds mom ever
But she reached the 10 per cent did not know.
Again I have to drive myself in anguish
What I sing for what I live
For something than live, my Kent Kent
Always we help which had not been trouble
The kids, lights, romance
Ditch the piston on MOTSYK brother
For a senior to get them, we respect
Heartily guys that we brought
Hairstyle at zero, Adidas pants
Baba is not important for the interest in the game of cards
Legends about the street, about boys
About Smolensk prison, about thieves
And I like where no huddle
Where is the coin of the boys are not sold
And even if today there is only on cigarettes
And it is not so important that we are not in the fashion of wearing
That's when one comes out, and the crowd justify
He chooses the words he did not revs.
That's such a handsome look
This is not to drink at clubs kokteylchik
Do not believe bratuha not be afraid, and do not ask
Kul take you really try to run
Before his father as if nothing had happened
And if the box office, it means there will be little
I raise my glass plastic
For those who have trodden the camp with the boys
Only for decent prisoners and thieves
In general, for all decent boys
Again I have to drive myself in anguish
What I sing for what I live
For something than live, my Kent Kent
Always help which had not been trouble (2)
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