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AK-47, Basta, Guf - respect to everyone who's with us.

Guf:
Yo, AK, here are two hats for you,
So that there's definitely more coffee and less milk,
This is Gufaka, less waltz, more hopak,
I'm less often in museums and more often in pubs,
Our country is vast, my gait is light,
Yekb, Moscow - don't confuse the shores,
Wait in your city sometime after Thursday,
Where planes don't fly, trains definitely go.
Ah, yes, I guess that's how it should be,
And in the last 2 years, I've been more often outside the Moscow Ring Road,
Brevity is the soul of wit, oh, never mind,
It's absolutely not a burden for us to tear sheets out of notebooks,
It makes us happy, and you like it too,
Clap for Vitya, Maxim, and Lesha.
The Kalashnikov assault rifle is still kicking ass,
Want to smoke some? Bring some good stuff.
That's what I'm talking about, how much more?!
One more joint of your weed won't make me feel worse.
You'd better take the process seriously,
Here are the rasta bosses, ZM, Bereza.
Ask the adults, think before it's too late,
So that they don't say later what kind of nonsense you brought,
We've just been in a literary club for a long time,
And everywhere there are those who want us to smoke with them,
And we like to smoke, so we smoke,
I respect everyone who has ever gotten me high somewhere, sometime,
Wherever I am, in winter or summer,
There's always a good person with a huge stash,
Thanks to all my secret agents,
I don't remember all their names, but those who know will understand,
Why there are no pipettes in pharmacies,
We don't know the answers, we make rap and don't care.

Respect to those who share wonders with us,
And chill on the scales to the right sound,
We're not the kind who freak out and run to the West,
Call back if I'm busy, we've got everything.

Respect to those who share wonders with us,
And chill on the scales to the right sound,
We're not the kind who freak out and run to the West,
Call back if I'm busy, we've got everything.

Noggano:
A crazy trio plus Noggano, the instigator,
Even broken to pieces, I don't leave the ring,
I drove critics to a twitch with my satire,
They write holes, dissing me with the same template,
Smoke the pipe, contraband from Vitya from Egypt,
I'm saying, Vitya could get into trouble for this,
But he gives me a sly smile:
- Better a Lada than smoking bad shit.
Ira said: "Noggano, it's tough and wild,"
But she went to a concert with her friend Vika,
There, after getting high and chilling at the bar,
She lost a Birkin bag with a thousand dollars in cash,
Then she left a comment on my wall, saying:
- Your music is crap, you're a thug,
At least one in three of your fans is a criminal.
And on Tuesday, I'm going to a concert of the Korny group.
Damn, Korny is awesome,
But it's better to go to a concert of the duo BiS, chill and get high,
BiS-BiS, smoke cannabis,
Everything is smooth with us, fuck the show business,
They say you're the worst example,
I answer, being an example is for the president and the prime minister,
They say to me: "You're far from being a real poet,"
I answer, the main thing is to be real, and poets are for Fet,
They say to me: "Your music is harsh propaganda,"
I answer, it is what it is, decide for yourself what to do,
Throw these complaints at your parents,
And the cops who protect the drug dealers,
They say to me: "Your music is not rap,"
But my simple track has spread throughout the country,
And your pathetic imitation of Americans,
Unfortunately, will remain a cheap imitation.
When my brain fails, I'll use my bone,
My rhymes are like wild wasps.
A photo on a poster is a cosmos for you,
My cosmos is a stolen Oscar from Costner,
You'll say it's impossible, like an interview with Pozner - it's too late,
We've already rocked half the country, hands in the air,
Breathe in, and you're mixed with explosive fumes,
Those who respect us are with us.

Respect to those who share wonders with us,
And chill on the scales to the right sound,
We're not the kind who freak out and run to the West,
Call back if I'm busy, we've got everything.

Respect to those who share wonders with us,
And chill on the scales to the right sound,
We're not the kind who freak out and run to the West,
Call back if I'm busy, we've got everything.

Vitya AK:
Flown-away MCs lay down beats,
And you'd like to be like them, but you're not them,
Then put your swagger in a long box,
Watch on your LG TV how we cleared everyone off the track.
Maybe someone really understands rap,
And it's unlikely they'll confuse me with Yuri Galtsev at a concert,
Then I understand that I didn't smoke for nothing,
Vote for me, ama mother fuckin real.
AK, Noggano, Guf, let's make the circle wider,
Cities sing, brother, when they hear this sound,
For guys and their girls, a cheap MC hook,
What's that nervous twitch when "knock-knock" in your head?
Vitya AK has the mic,
Because your heart melts when it floats in the air,
Hello, Tanya, this is Vitalik,
Check my wall on VKontakte, I left this crap there,
You copy the style from the mirror with a comb,
Here, everyone is in their own style, rocking hard,
Bereza, Moscow, teenager or adult,
Be afraid of Article 228 if you're snorting.

Respect to those who share wonders with us,
And chill on the scales to the right sound,
We're not the kind who freak out and run to the West,
Call back if I'm busy, we've got everything.

Respect to those who share wonders with us,
And chill on the scales to the right sound,
We're not the kind who freak out and run to the West,
Call back if I'm busy, we've got everything.

Maxim AK:
In the walls of Bereza, it's cool on the street,
It's been a long time, even before sunset,
AK writes texts,
The mind of a genius, the soul of a simpleton.
Catastrophe, you're facing a fact,
And somewhere you've faded, these MCs, how are they?
And I'm still thinking abstractly,
I ate a burger, tightened my belly with a rope.
I heard somewhere that you guys are doing well,
And I pulled out a bottle, put on a fur hat,
I'll screw you over, my buddy won't lie,
I'll beat you in backgammon, roll you in football.
With Guf and Noggano, we share the track like brothers,
This rap comes from space, and yours is just trinkets,
What trinkets...? How did we manage to do that?!
Bereza, Moscow, you won't be disappointed.

Respect to those who share wonders with us,
And chill on the scales to the right sound,
We're not the kind who freak out and run to the West,
Call back if I'm busy, we've got everything.

Respect to those who share wonders with us,
And chill on the scales to the right sound,
We're not the kind who freak out and run to the West,
Call back if I'm busy, we've got everything.