BANK

Huh-huh,
Under action of this rap,
The hugest locks break even,
Even the hugest banks,
Listen here the guy,
This rap costs much more,
Millions dollars, dollars.

Shots are audible,
That at the left that on the right,
I go on foot,
And behind a corner a round-up,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy.
Shots are audible,
That at the left that on the right,
I go on foot,
And behind a corner a round-up,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy.

Passing people somehow it is strange on me looked,
They did not understand that will occur in a minute,
Then nobody knew where to spend money,
But pair bags, I have postponed to cops for bribes,
I go on city slowly, buying up all that is possible,
Was shorter cool, jewelry on a neck amuse as a cord,
Cops did not understand whence such money, to tear them on cloths,
As at the pit bull terrier stings, under a belt a Beretta, cleanly nine,
The robbery of bank has passed smoothly, I do not know as others, and I was glad,
Have then gone to club I do not remember further,
More shortly listen further on more detailed...

Shots are audible,
That at the left that on the right,
I go on foot,
And behind a corner a round-up,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy.
Shots are audible,
That at the left that on the right,
I go on foot,
And behind a corner a round-up,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy.

To me have whispered on an ear,
That someone has handed over me,
I to it have decided to go and beat off the person,
Has come to it and it to run,
Shouts: "TO STAND",
Was quit with it as it has deserved,
Has left an apartment, we RUN,
Around shooting, a panic, in firing,
Have shot the guy any small,
Me have taken away in branch,
Beat, пытали, Yo, up to exhaustion,
Vessels have soon closed and has waited,
And on the judge of the judge such that start up go on ****.

Shots are audible,
That at the left that on the right,
I go on foot,
And behind a corner a round-up,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy.
Shots are audible,
That at the left that on the right,
I go on foot,
And behind a corner a round-up,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy,
In city,
Beat in a head the guy.

Listen here

Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
The rhymes I shall rake to you a head,
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
Bullets are not necessary to me and it is not necessary gun,
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
The rhymes I shall rake to you a head,
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
Bullets are not necessary to me and it is not necessary gun.
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan.

Your girl expires with a moisture,
Listen to it, неревнуй the guy,
There is a difference, your rap a shit,
I read particularly and freely,
Have sung horns, huh-huh, or you them will cut,
You in the childhood did not beat, beat, beat, beat,
In the whole world many such ugly creatures,
Those who envies and pursues a fashion, Yo,
It not old school, it something new,
Not the delirium, Is themes good,
Soon I shall win millions,
While you at home sit on a sofa sit at home,
More shortly listen further, these rhymes,
Also do conclusions,
My award feeling of a rhythm and so on,
I shall spread out all on shelfs and then to details, Yo.

Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
The rhymes I shall rake to you a head,
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
Bullets are not necessary to me and it is not necessary gun,
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
The rhymes I shall rake to you a head,
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
Bullets are not necessary to me and it is not necessary gun.
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan.

Would shoot down all those,
Who does not know true of a rap, Aha,
I wish to tell at once to you,
Simply it is not necessary instead of that receive,
Two shots in heart and then in two soul,
Who, who here, who, I here the best,
My elements a rap, I a voice of street,
When I on a stage shall appear all of you will be blown off,
And I shall cripple and I shall wound you a rhyme,
I punch a brain as if a case-shot,
Sharp rhyme, knife it is grinded up to a limit,
Better I is not present anything, REMEMBER the BODY.

Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
The rhymes I shall rake to you a head,
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
Bullets are not necessary to me and it is not necessary gun,
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
The rhymes I shall rake to you a head,
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan,
Bullets are not necessary to me and it is not necessary gun.
Listen here the boy,
It Ruslan.

BANG-BANG

All that who shouted that will clean me a word,
And all that who has surrendered,
And all rest,
My weapon a rhyme,
DIE.

Bang, bang, bang,
And you are not present bitch,
Bang, bang, bang,
You is not present soul,
Bang, bang, bang,
Gun in my pocket,
Who here the best, you know,
Bang, bang, bang,
And you are not present bitch,
Bang, bang, bang,
You is not present soul,
Bang, bang, bang,
Gun in my pocket,
Who here the best, you know.

I charge rhymes,
Special cartridges,
The brother I the guy modest,
In tons I bury competitors,
How many still such will die under me,
Who here the best, A?, you know,
I break off dynamics in pieces,
Here shots in each sound,
You hear it precisely,
How many it is possible to tear,
Drinks,
Cops the goats carrying the dirty law,
It is much poured out on the ground of tears,
For those who is not present with me,
But I have remained the same,
But are not simple the boy,
I one of those who do a rap,
But others they speak that me better,
And they old school,
Huh-huh-huh-huh...
I fly and you creep by the ground.

Bang, bang, bang,
And you are not present bitch,
Bang, bang, bang,
You is not present soul,
Bang, bang, bang,
Gun in my pocket,
Who here the best, you know,
Bang, bang, bang,
And you are not present bitch,
Bang, bang, bang,
You is not present soul,
Bang, bang, bang,
Gun in my pocket,
Who here the best, you know.

But there is still other category of mongrels,
Shouting that send from a ghetto,
Also try to make gangsta a rap,
I such not respecting, kill them when I see,
Слухайте here to you on a cemetery to live it is necessary.
Yours bogs, and street washing,
I from Russia mean I better,
But I shall be in the future in America,
In couple of years you will hear me.

Bang, bang, bang,
And you are not present bitch,
Bang, bang, bang,
You is not present soul,
Bang, bang, bang,
Gun in my pocket,
Who here the best, you know,
Bang, bang, bang,
And you are not present bitch,
Bang, bang, bang,
You is not present soul,
Bang, bang, bang,
Gun in my pocket,
Who here the best, you know.

gangster

gangster, gangster,
gangster, gangster,
gangster, gangster,
gangster,
Who I, Who I, who, who,
gangster,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
gangster,
Ahuh, ahuhб
gangster,
GANGSTER,
gangster,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
gangster,
Ahuh, ahuh.

And that else is necessary,
To this world,
It is more than blood,
Насодить people on peaks,
To shoot, shout,
In whom not getting,
Who has not endured it,
Became the cop,
Not underground it,
And at all a rap,
It is a tin in Russia,
In ловах explosions,
And these lines corpses,
Machines of cops will blow up all,
Stupidly, to speak about the world all over the world,
For what боримся there also we shall come,
And I shoot at cops too often,
But the output is not present it is necessary to be rescueed from them, Yo,
Because I...

gangster, gangster,
gangster, gangster,
gangster, gangster,
gangster,
Who I, Who I, who, who,
gangster,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
gangster,
Ahuh, ahuh
gangster,
GANGSTER,
gangster,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
gangster,
Ahuh, ahuh.

It is necessary to get out,
From this world,
I can therefore want to America?
I was bothered with old walls and raked doors,
To me has bothered to go on pools,
All enrages me,
But enrage most of all me,
Modern rap,
They bear with themselves full delirium,
Speak that have grown in a ghetto,
And саби at all did not hold in hands of a pistol,
But I shall clean these ugly creatures from one word

street

It is street, dreams here do not come true,
It is street, here only I and you,
It is street, here the truth is worse than lie,
It is street, spends new bridges,
It is street, dreams here do not come true,
It is street, here only I and you,
It is street, here the truth is worse than lie,
It is street, spends new bridges.

On entrances taking away from all money for beer,
And cigarettes (Yes, Yes) there passes a life crookedly,
Loses sense, the authority spoils our minds,
And to respect with mother it already second,
And words of the father became empty (Aha),
The street has brought up not one addict or the drunk,
Someone extended, someone tightened,
But the street always for something punished,
Here prove do not prove all you will equally receive a bullet,
The street such what it is here there is nothing to hesitate,
Ourselves have created it and bridle it we can not,
It is necessary to face the truth,
If you are clever will not get in a trap,
The god has saved you from street, I hope you all has understood...

It is street, dreams here do not come true,
It is street, here only I and you,
It is street, here the truth is worse than lie,
It is street, spends new bridges,
It is street, dreams here do not come true,
It is street, here only I and you,
It is street, here the truth is worse than lie,
It is street, spends new bridges.

The inspiration comes then when for it do not wait
As love, money or lie,
I leave on street, I one more passer-by,
With the destiny there is nobody not similar
But I smile, I have a dream
I do not hesitate to tell to you it,
But the street can select all,
But I love street,
I still wish to give you advice:
Keep with friends, respect with traditions,
Looking at swines do not allow a rage to seize,
I represent a voice of street,
I not the producer project and at me was not present a label,
Though everyone cunt has all because their rich daddies give them all,
But will suffice about bad it is a theme about street and I have finished a theme about street.

It is street, dreams here do not come true,
It is street, here only I and you,
It is street, here the truth is worse than lie,
It is street, spends new bridges,
It is street, dreams here do not come true,
It is street, here only I and you,
It is street, here the truth is worse than lie,
It is street, spends new bridges.

on a maximum

The limit is not limited,
There is no limit to my talent,
Blowing up all rhymes,
I know methods local,
On a maximum I shall read I shall not burst yet,
Who here the best? For me this point of honour,
The head not on a place, is not present an occasion for revenge,
The world is close but I look more widely, on a maximum, Hey Yo, in all atmosphere,
Here at me and someone plus forty pours in the north,
Here in the north of a blizzard, even they to me not a handicap,
All have sat down expecting a new rhyme, Ruslan, Hey Yo, owns this world.

While you sat,
I was in a rap,
I read about all on light,
Then sleepless nights,
And you will spoil me?
And I shall write verses on a new theme urgently,
Still I know precisely to me a mouth will not close up with an adhesive tape,
Well I read a rap even plaster is strewed at night,
My rap such juicy that it is possible to die,
And a condition to make if will give me a label,
And even if you the fan the punk-rock,
It is not bad, but also not good,
If you their fan why you listen to me?
Because I from the North, lift hands.

I a harbinger of a storm, the fan in a rap, I MC at heart,
Words as if bullets beat all without analysis, rhymes I conclude in fetters,
And if to set them free they to return and will not give me rest,
I know the business I read even in a frost,
I am dangerous and on a maximum I give you fun,
Speeding up as Russian rockets,
I on a maximum shall amuse you up to a limit,
And if to you it is indifferent that to hell these couplets...

stress

All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good.

The life, as stress runs,
ahh nerves,
Everyone wishes to be the first, only first,
There where still nobody was,
Forward, yet doors more quickly, even more quickly were not closed.

My life Mirages, a writing-book and the handle,
Rhythm, rhyme, bats, and hundred texts written down,
The spent forces, spent time,
Run in anywhere, sometimes at all did not remember in what trusted,
That has brought a pain native, that has transformed days into a smoke,
Those who loved me, whom I loved those,
That they stored that, that I have not kept,
Those who have forgotten me, whom I have forgotten those.

The life, as stress runs,
ahh nerves,
Everyone wishes to be the first, only first,
There where still nobody was,
Forward, yet doors more quickly, even more quickly were not closed.

Only edge of an eye,
Distinctions lie and envy,
I do not understand why they do not respect with themselves,
Again on street having written down new the staff,
All of us for it we shall pay,
But what further, what you are going to do?
Здаться to lose and become a house plant, NO,
Fight with friends for their love and respect.

The life, as stress runs,
ahh nerves,
Everyone wishes to be the first, only first,
There where still nobody was,
Forward, yet doors more quickly, even more quickly were not closed.

It not the world,
Where among people, there is more than lie,
Who your producer,
Who represents you,
They victims, they run in constant stress,
From me it is enough, but early to leave in history,
Friends far and more close a gloom,
But who I such in general also that to me to do further...

All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good,
All will be good.

Has so come,
Time to tell,
Can be me will kill sometime,
Also I can shall get in a hell,
Sometime, but I should tell it,
And I should make it,
While there are forces in my body,
Tell somebody,
This text and any person will understand,
Also cannot simply stand,
This text not a way to prove to be,
This text will tell all for me.

Sorry friends I more so cannot,
Sorry mother I become good I could not,
Sorry but I should leave,
Sorry but I should steal,
Sorry but I so cannot live more.

I should leave game,
Still when to me was six years,
Here will not be that about money,
This text not about girls,
This text simply as I regret for that,
About fragments of my life,
No, I am not sorry,
I do not demand respect,
Many do not love me,
But is also such which speak that I am talented,
But it not so, I sinned also to me was sick,
I was hidden on corners and cried, but did not show weak,
Because weak kill, and I still wish to live,
I can shall not find the girl of dream,
As not everyone will want so to live,
And I up to the end of the days shall be one,
But now not about it,
I not such as but I know all that will be further,
I shall move to America, I shall find to myself work,
If will be money I shall write down an album,
Under the name "ANONYMOUS" because to this album,
There will be no name in it there will be all of the text, all themes and songs about all,
Them at me 762 and all of them I shall write down, one, lonely on a life,
If I shall sometime get in paradise, I shall ask a hell for the god,
Because I should not be to paradise,
My place in a hell, also can me will shoot down after an output of my album for the truth,
That I it have deserved, I many times shot, many times beat people, enemies and friends,
I know I bad and it is my sin,
And to understand all my problems (problems) difficultly,
But I should consult (to consult) with them,
And to solve their one,
If I shall meet that unique girl who will be always with me,
I shall throw all if only it was happy, I shall give all for it,
But to understand me it is not easy, but it is even more complex to close to me a mouth,
I could read long this theme and on the pity life to argue,
But this all not an essence,
Not important even that that my album will be probably on sale in millions,
This money are not necessary to me, I shall spend them for charity, I shall help the friends in the street, and what to me will get?
Anything, I have not deserved this money, I the sinner, Yo...

I shall sing while the soul sings,
Playing words slowly, slowly,
Time will take away all and I do not become,
Important only I behind myself shall leave what memory,
I shall sing while the soul sings,
Playing words slowly, slowly,
Time will take away all and I do not become,
Important only I behind myself shall leave what memory.

Yes I rapper but not the best am the fact,
I signed with whom the contract,
I what simple boy on light am a lot of,
I am not allocated by anything from the Lord of the god,
BUT, in memory of I shall leave fragments,
The best songs about my life and the moments,
Time will take away the and I will not be,
And if I write with all the heart,
Who me will condemn that?
What would not be a life short,
I shall remain music the eternal ward,
And what I would not be I now,
Music all that останеться after me.

I shall sing while the soul sings,
Playing words slowly, slowly,
Time will take away all and I do not become,
Important only I behind myself shall leave what memory,
I shall sing while the soul sings,
Playing words slowly, slowly,
Time will take away all and I do not become,
Important only I behind myself shall leave what memory.

And I shall not give the life to a devil to its coin box,
Burning my ideas are not so poor,
Each my word is overflown by feeling,
The desire to share and to remain all without a roof over the head,
I am typed experience in the course of time,
I with music go in parallel with a precipice,
For the works at me will increase only pride,
The alive way of everyone has the end,
And I not exception, rescue me music,
The Earth will wrap up and will stop up me, but there will be my words for ever,
I with music eternally while see eyes...

I shall sing while the soul sings,
Playing words slowly, slowly,
Time will take away all and I do not become,
Important only I behind myself shall leave what memory,
I shall sing while the soul sings,
Playing words slowly, slowly,
Time will take away all and I do not become,
Important only I behind myself shall leave what memory.

Burning phrases and feeling of a syllable,
As this road is good to me,
Eternally in imaginations, it is eternal in storing,
The sun will warm me, hey,
I am not drugged by glory,
To whom the pity glory is necessary it,
That than I am engaged will live eternally,
And love to Rihann's it will be eternal...