Lyrics Dr.Akula - Настоящее

Rain on the street, under the roof scorching
Shivering at the boys, but still cook in the padike
They say pots felled, all for the boys
Each has a different taste for the soul and without antlers

Here it doesn't matter who is superior and who you are here is not important
here everyone breathes evenly, and not everyone betrays
This is the Russian spirit, normal boys
Do not confuse anyone, so there is no price for these guys.

Everyone is amazed, we go hang out in the yard
the little ones in the basement smoke their way out
shooting game, fatal
how to get up on a stepladder hang himself and become the desired

There is no wealth, but so would like to really
Russian veto, we are paid only morally
I remember how in childhood we stole in stalls
And now as in flight, we run away from garbage

Do not consider money, why do we need capital?
Here, like there, the captain walks
All the rest rest is normal
But we have a brother for brother, anomaly

We do not drive on the Mazda, there are no pictures from the battle
This style is specially for Kazyratsky Pavel
Then some kind of pudla does not believe my word
Guys go to padik, take a cola with them

It has long been taken as a basis.
There is no spare phone in your pocket.
Zagas again, we supposedly vnature Hasl
And life is dimmer than the blackest oil.

Yo guys for all of you my skits
Cops catch youth, because they are afraid of murderers
Corrupt bastards, and sometimes even very
The area go guys terrible night

I don't like something, they are already watching you
Do not have time to look back: "Hey brother, standing"
that's how we live, who said that everything is simple
They threw you into the trunk, your face identified!