держава, Россия - любимая наша страна, Могучая воля, великая слава - Твое достояние на все времена. Славься Отечество наше свободное, Братских народов
рэп наш стиль наш народ Не ебися с нами нука брось чувак Ето рэп елита сука тони пак Ты стоишь на месте мы идем вперёд Ето наш рэп наш стиль наш народ
Поднимись орёл, поднимись ввысь /x4 I(Rusty) Казахская кровь течёт в моих жилах, Я люблю свой народ, и в этом моя сила, Но мне больно, когда братья над
и самый ленивый русский народ! Мы самый могучий русский народ! Мы самый правдивый русский народ! Мы самый счастливый русский народ! Мы самый счастливый
Hey, slow it down whataya want from me Whataya want from me Yeah I'm afraid whataya want from me Whataya want from me There might have been a time When
Have you lost your way? Livin' in the shadow of the messes that you made And so it goes Everything inside your circle starts to overflow Take a step
Break out all the mechanical Step right up to the freaky intangible Hands uncuffed, take the leash off this animal If it's getting hyphy hit me with
I saw a picture of you Hanging in an empty hallway I heard a voice that I knew And I couldn't walk away It took me back to the end Of everything I tasted
So I got my boots on, got the right 'mount of leather And I'm doing me up with a black color liner And I'm workin' my strut but I know it don't matter
They only show you their gums when they smile Ain't got a tooth in their heads now, how vile Only can eat things like pudding and apple sauce They never
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone] Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. [Verse 1: Krayzie
Yo, knahmtalkinbout We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mornin' This song here is dedicated to all them boys That put it down before us The foundation
[Chorus: sped-up sample of "Girl" by the Chi-Lites] Ohhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just
West Indians, black Americans West Indians, black Americans West Indians, black Americans West Indians, black Americans You know where we are coming
You're one of God's better people And you don't know That's why you're special And I cry so I can talk like this From my downbeat existence And I know
Now is the season for healing Deeply we need to see God's mercy revealing Where we have fallen from His way For we know he gives hope to the humble Gives
Chucks to gators, great to greater Quit the bullshit to make the paper Who said a gangster can't be a banker Ya gotta make ya money in large amounts Shut
So, wide you can't get around it So, low you can't get under it So, high you can't get over it I, can't get over it Ready or not, here we come Getting
