Гамора - Вставляет нормально - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This is pumping, remember, strictly at full blast,

The windows are burning through at 9.0 again.

The cabin of a high is thick with smoke across the neighborhood,

Boys in sneakers, groaning and foggy, and a foggy bubble.

Black Reeboks and a strictly immoral style,

Bitches shaking their asses, meaning it's really getting off.

Words, under the influence of thoughts, like intonation,

The harsh climate will kill you, it's time for you to fuck off.

New layout in brief, this is a topic for rotation,

We're burning out the smoke with our staff, masai.

For some, guys, for others, a bitch beckons with her finger,

It's dangerous to inhale this premium-class bitos.

Four stern glances at the VAZ tint,

If you're done, bro, pass the supplies. Don't just talk bullshit, try calling the base.

Just remember, kid, it's dangerous to play with fire...

The engine is moving, it's roasting hot,

The hood is smoking, but the guys in the glasses aren't getting caught.

Listen here, the style is strictly immoral,

If you're stoned, it means it's really into it...

It's not night outside, we're moving towards the engines

In glasses, we're stomping on slippers to the flashes of color

We're dividing play dough into tiny pieces

Stuck, blown up, eyes sticky

Funny, like a Pokemon, you'll immediately become a bro

With a couple of bites of Togliatti goat heel

Kids from the neighborhood are riding around in Beebs

Covered to the gills with wild laughter

Calls are often heard on the phone

Have to help with the fucking horn

We're blowing up the bubble - this precise device

A timeless classic - this tough unit

The cabin is full of smoke, healthy music is blasting

On the engines, even guys with splinters,

And if something doesn't suit you, on Fuck,

Ride your dick at full gallop, asshole!

Outskirts of Russia, Sluice City, District 13.

Don't stand in the onslaught of smoke, be careful, dude.

Don't let the cops' radios click on us.

Walk from A to B to the station without incident.

Maestro, make this beat even louder.

I'll tell you how it kills from the very tops.

It's a good, powerful hit, that's for sure,

Asian traffic of strong relationships.

All special forces movements are only at night.

Komsomol members are their own guys, they definitely won't sell it to us.

We'll work overtime according to the new scheme.

You all have fucking cringe, and we're on drugs.

Why are you messing with the system, dude?

The cops will catch you, don't piss yourself until you're shaking.

My God, my God, help me. Don't ruin the Russian underground, I beg you.

The engine is moving, it's roasting hot,

The cap is smoking, the guys in glasses aren't getting caught.

Listen here, the style is strictly immoral,

If you're stoned, it means it's getting good...

Respect to all the peoples of the TLT Rasta districts,

Salute to all the faggots who don't stick their noses in without a reason.

Whatever it's called doesn't concern you,

Your ass is floating in a shithole.

Sit back next to your uncle,

I'm not blowing wasabi fumes with my son-in-law.

You seem crazy, woodpecker, good riddance,

Log out of your ICQ and call Vasya.

By the way, you're not one of those who's sniping at this apiary,

Whoever's there, chopping a couple of grams into their mouths, according to their suit. I'm not a fucking genius, I write as best I can,

Sometimes my whole pack blacks out.

Someone's talking nasvay, someone's just talking,

Someone's a faggot, under a cloud, mixing up a drug for orbit.

Listen, Hobbit, this topic is definitely a turn-on,

It pumps on the speakers, and in the cabin, under the smoke, it's a buzz...

The engine is moving, it's roasting hot,

The hood is smoking, the guys in the glasses aren't showing up.

Pay attention here, the style is strictly immoral,

If you're buzzed, it's a real turn-on...