Lyrics Рем Дигга ft. The Chemodan ft.Слеп Ро - Не знать нельзя

Rem Digga :

On my street is not sweet ,
This is a direct reporting about mad courage, because my street in fits .
Monologue from the scene,
Who were beaten up, where the start - it's a fight , and the end - where a wreath , a cross on granite .
Honor is not forgotten , here obrygano in the trough ,
Not sky, Ass covered , it was sold cops , gangsters .
What more can be seen here us take a look: there gathering of cattle ,
With Kohl's in jeans and a way of life itself - one more bull bl * .
Pours a song about the new building to the accompaniment of shouts , groans , strikes .
Happy stock - it's a dream .
Languishing smoke from fires positional ,
And lining gray houses - a gloomy word & quot; stagnation & quot ;.
Every third here the bet itself and goes shadow
Courage in the trash off from Tuesday to Thursday.
In order to have lived than my grandfather , there is no more ,
Horror - people , just load this plus years ..

Rem Digga :

And I wander around these places ,
Do not say anything , I know everything himself .
All outputs from the lowlands oplёl big spider
And I shout back : & quot; Ay - ay & quot;

And I wander around these places ,
Do not say anything , I know everything himself .
All outputs from the lowlands oplёl big spider
And I shout back : & quot; Ay - ay & quot;

Blind Po:

It is not know - a shame not to know - you can not
On Mira Street mayhem on the streets of Peace Massacre
Bitch , look at point blank range . Bitch , look into his eyes.
Here is a sound of thunder . Not far off the storm .

It is not know - a shame not to know - you can not
On Mira Street mayhem on the streets of Peace Massacre
Bitch , look at point blank range . Bitch , look into his eyes.
Here is a sound of thunder . Not far off the storm .

Wardrobe at the cemetery , things do not look
How long do we have to live if easier to shield
Queuing for food , preaching on standards
The bartender 's best friend fakir , I 'll give you stopudov
Crocodile is not caught , not grow coconuts
Crocodiles are cooked hairdryer by bit
The output is found, but the window
And no back and rightly so . Faith Nadia bummer
Either the day for the loot , elbows sgryzli
The soul lives in the town of Monte Cristo
About 100 pe is back from the army
And so ranks propishut bolt life
Here is the fruit of fun, is about to stop, the sunset , the coffin of the so-
Adopted by the flood inquiry , who used for us
New delivery of desperately needed dreams
The smell of manure was growing up, alas, had disappeared

Rem Digga :

And I wander around these places ,
Do not say anything , I know everything himself .
All outputs from the lowlands oplёl big spider
And I shout back : & quot; Ay - ay & quot;

And I wander around these places ,
Do not say anything , I know everything himself .
All outputs from the lowlands oplёl big spider
And I shout back : & quot; Ay - ay & quot;

the Chemodan:

Ey. I hope our court has cooled
Our rap that , as Operation & quot; Desert Storm & quot;
We though that someone want Zadvinie
Understand any surgeon , though not sing in Latin
Our rhyme for us as a shrine
And do not try to defile , and that the siege - ostynesh
We're just a Building Bridges
* You go there with a badge flight, you see?
Anyone here already will not matter
What do you catch a bullet teeth swallowed once
Flowed over pants , there was a very humid
And you hit the road last steamer paper
We know how to kill not only the Bill
Nobody is to blame , because the country has taught
Again squeeze legs like a crocodile 's jaw
I will crawl on his belly , so that the darkness has not won

Rem Digga :

And I wander around these places ,
Do not say anything , I know everything himself .
All outputs from the lowlands oplёl big spider
And I shout back : & quot; Ay - ay & quot;

And I wander around these places ,
Do not say anything , I know everything himself .
All outputs from the lowlands oplёl big spider
And I shout back : & quot; Ay - ay & quot;