Текст песни Капа - Я За Пацанов

I am for the boys who did not leave God,
 But whom did the government set up
 Black suit closes gray scum
 Time is, these dogs sneer at heart
 The apple has nowhere to fall, imperial laws,
 But there are loopholes, there are dens
 The boys fled from the zone, on the heels ???
 The smell of powder in the sky is dead
 The legs are not smelling the boys wander on the outside
 Soon the mother will see the face, familiar to the pain
 All the cops near the search party
 Almost stabbed in the back of the gun
 And when the hut will die down after Shmona
 Outlaw life continues
 Behind the boys checked
 Under my rap move confidently measure

 Surely not redeem the boy from the scum,
 How galymy whiskey from the infusion of Asia!
 Surely not redeem the boy from the scum,
 How galymy whiskey from the infusion of Asia!

 All the maze of the metropolis lead to the bottom of the swamp
 In the streets of Bosot divides the zone according to calculations
 Losing your head in spending blood and sweat
 I leave a scar in the body of the question: Who are you?
 Call me Slasher from Yohe
 On the wire Samara, Kapa in the annals of the walls
 Our out-of-contraband loops are clogged
 We are in denial of everything you stuffed your veins
 Poems valines kill the mess of the world
 Correctly Slasher understand son!
 The point is not to score, the case knock banks
 When weight is on the streets, ranks are not important.
 By code erase edits, breaking the chain
 Kindle the fire of freedom and let the wind blow
 Inflating the sails of the flying Dutchman
 Sing a tune of strollers and adventures!

 Surely not redeem the boy from the scum,
 How galymy whiskey from the infusion of Asia!
 Surely not redeem the boy from the scum,
 How galymy whiskey from the infusion of Asia!

 Do not play with fire, do not disturb the beast
 I don’t enter the circle of trust, I’ll show on the door
 What you sow, then pozhmesh
 Do not throw your own, and then you guess on the knife
 Be careful kid red lute
 Avoid articles, do not run into a bullet
 Life on the Run Promises Life on the Run
 To the old Lada, who is black Tahoe
 Conspiracy, encryption in bazaars
 Sunglasses in expensive frames
 I am a player given life alone boy with us god
 Prosecutor satan
 Not my fault, but his thirst for money
 For me boy, on me the old fenik
 Palm presses cross to chest
 For boys, the average finger!
 I did not tusil in pops, I did not write with Maxim
 I want you to master rap
 If I spilled kerosene through the streets
 And in my hand cant how can I extinguish it
 Hear that boy stop,
 Don't look at me like a bull on a red cloth
 I do not gozho face, shove get
 I'm still the same, still live
 Studio, taverns, little willows
 From the Volga River, boys, punks, rogues
 Cards, tea on the table, nishtyaki
 We are all in this life tramps, travelers
 Left ksivu bought, with Murka zakutil
 Beautiful delugu case potfortil
 What can I say, under one god we walk
 The main thing is alive, healthy and free
 Well, what drove!

 Surely not redeem the boy from the scum,
 How galymy whiskey from the infusion of Asia!
 Surely not redeem the boy from the scum,
 How galymy whiskey from the infusion of Asia!