2012
- 14.12.08, 05:27
Как Думаете На нам Упадет в 2012 году метеорит???
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- 2012
14.12.2008, 05:27 - незнакомка
03.02.2008, 22:18 - кто есть кто
03.02.2008, 20:01
Свіжі фотографії
Свіже відео
незнакомка
- 03.02.08, 22:18
например на улице пошол(ла) к вам МУЖИК ИЛИ ДЕВКА и пригласила домой ну вы поняли что вы ответили мне просто интересно
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как вы отновитесь к райдерам???
- 03.02.08, 18:55
убить или жить????
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ford minor
- 02.01.08, 12:53
Mike:
Machine Shop!!
Sixx:
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, pleased to meet you
I go by the name of Sixx John
Of course you know Mike Shinoda
Uh oh, let's go
One time
For my Machine Shop crew
And then it's two times
S.O.B. and L.P. too
And then it's three times
It's Mike and Sixx on the track
And then four times
When we come in through the back they're saying
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
Dangerous bitch, ya can't really hang with us and this
Everybody's so afraid of us, shit
Makes me wanna hang it up and quit
Forget about all the things you heard before
'Bout time that we're kicking down your door
Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor
Please Mike don't hurt me anymore
I don't gotta have a secret lie or an alibi
Everybody knows why I'm here
Not just for some crack, get a bottle
Let's crack you over the head with a bottle of beer
So just listen up there powder-puff
Better believe that I'm not playing
You can love it, you can hate
But don't mistake it, everybody's saying
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
What you really wanna do is this
Just make believe that I don't exist
But you won't cause everytime you go to spit [Yo, check this]
I talk over you just like this
It's annoying just for you
You could scream all day 'til your face is blue
I'm getting in your head and you know it too
And that's just me you don't know my crew
My man Sixx John understand though
The way that he flows, you can call him Rambo
Never missed a shot, never run outta ammo
Come out wit' heat like a goddamned commando
And add in S.O.B., Ryu, Tak, Vin Skully
Cheapshot and now you see, fuck with me? Nah! Sixx!
Oh no, uh oh, whatever you get when you see that door closed
I'm a bail through the back straight to the bar so I can act a fool
I figured you guys would get a little surprise
Your eyes wide when it's me and Mike Shinod
I'm just plain ol Sixx John from the Nam district
This is not supposed, I still talk with awkward speech
I'm like a dog that's off his leash
Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black tee
Niggas scared to walk these streets, I ain't trippin homie
Talk is cheap, acapellla or we can walk on a beat
And if that ain't enough action
I got seventeen pages in this little magazine I keep
We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
If ya'll all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo
We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
If ya'll all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo
One time
For my Machine Shop crew
And then it's two times
S.O.B. and L.P. too
And then it's three times
It's Mike and Sixx on the track
And then four times
We do it like that, like that, like that, like that
(Clap, Clap Bitches)
Machine Shop!!
Sixx:
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, pleased to meet you
I go by the name of Sixx John
Of course you know Mike Shinoda
Uh oh, let's go
One time
For my Machine Shop crew
And then it's two times
S.O.B. and L.P. too
And then it's three times
It's Mike and Sixx on the track
And then four times
When we come in through the back they're saying
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
Dangerous bitch, ya can't really hang with us and this
Everybody's so afraid of us, shit
Makes me wanna hang it up and quit
Forget about all the things you heard before
'Bout time that we're kicking down your door
Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor
Please Mike don't hurt me anymore
I don't gotta have a secret lie or an alibi
Everybody knows why I'm here
Not just for some crack, get a bottle
Let's crack you over the head with a bottle of beer
So just listen up there powder-puff
Better believe that I'm not playing
You can love it, you can hate
But don't mistake it, everybody's saying
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
What you really wanna do is this
Just make believe that I don't exist
But you won't cause everytime you go to spit [Yo, check this]
I talk over you just like this
It's annoying just for you
You could scream all day 'til your face is blue
I'm getting in your head and you know it too
And that's just me you don't know my crew
My man Sixx John understand though
The way that he flows, you can call him Rambo
Never missed a shot, never run outta ammo
Come out wit' heat like a goddamned commando
And add in S.O.B., Ryu, Tak, Vin Skully
Cheapshot and now you see, fuck with me? Nah! Sixx!
Oh no, uh oh, whatever you get when you see that door closed
I'm a bail through the back straight to the bar so I can act a fool
I figured you guys would get a little surprise
Your eyes wide when it's me and Mike Shinod
I'm just plain ol Sixx John from the Nam district
This is not supposed, I still talk with awkward speech
I'm like a dog that's off his leash
Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black tee
Niggas scared to walk these streets, I ain't trippin homie
Talk is cheap, acapellla or we can walk on a beat
And if that ain't enough action
I got seventeen pages in this little magazine I keep
We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
If ya'll all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo
We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
If ya'll all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo
One time
For my Machine Shop crew
And then it's two times
S.O.B. and L.P. too
And then it's three times
It's Mike and Sixx on the track
And then four times
We do it like that, like that, like that, like that
(Clap, Clap Bitches)
sssdaasdasdas
- 01.01.08, 21:49
Каждый Рэппеp, каждый Рэппеp это уличный солдат
Аллюминевые биты заменяют автомат
Боевые еденицы, дpуг за дpуга словно спицы
В колесе велосипеда и по пpаву нам победа
Достаётся! Удаётся! Каждый целью задаётся
Указать вам на ошибки, наши pифмы как улитки
Словно танки, зная pамки, с башни вам сшибаем планки
Без обмана, ЧиСтА ДаРоМ, миp pасскpасим как поганки!
Хип-Хап ДесантуpРpа!
Хип-Хап ДесантуpРpа!
Рэп десант, Аккупант, ты в плену, сдавайся фpант!
Мой пpиказ: слушать нас! Или пустим пулю в глаз!
Рэп солдаты бьют в набаты, в угол все вpаги зажаты
Едким газом, жутким спазмом, всех накpоем медным тазом!
За нелепые пpивычки в бензобак кидаем спички!
Мы навеки всех отучим ставить слово RAP в кавычки!
Стpоевая подготовка это бpэйк без остановки
Гpаффити покpоют стены, нафига нужны листовки
Хип-Хап ДесантуpРpа!
Хип-Хап ДесантуpРpа!
Вы хотиты, гопники, получить поджопники?
Жуй моpковку! Рэп винтовку взяли мы на изготовку
Рэп-телега вместо снега вам на голову упала
Hапугала? Значит мало! Мы с вас быстpо сгоним сало!
Все, кто Рэп не уважает, угpожает, наезжает
Быстpо шмотки собиpает и на севеp уезжает!
Рэп-Аpмада все пpегpады сносит как pакеты "Гpада"!
Словно жук из Колоpадо пpоникаем если надо
Хип-Хап ДесантуpРpа!
Хип-Хап ДесантуpРpа!
Захватили мы твой гоpод! Ты непонял? Значит молод!
Hичего, сейчас докатит! Рэп текста ведь бьют как молот
Все двоpы для нас - казаpмы, сцена - плац, микpо - pужьё
Кто вступает в наше бpатство - в такт телеге кpикнет: YO!
Рэп Кумиpы - командиpы, балахоны как мундиpы
Бит отстукивает pитм, бас стpеляет как моpтиpы
Вольный Рэпеp словно ветеp, скейт наш конь, но мы не дети!
Всех на свете pифмы эти гpеют словно мех Иетти!
Хип-Хап ДесантуpРpа!
Хип-Хап ДесантуpРpа!
eminem
- 01.01.08, 21:30
[Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get, off the bus then slip
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem]
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart
I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get, off the bus then slip
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem]
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart
I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
50 CENT
- 01.01.08, 21:19
Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah
(Chorus)(50 Cent)
I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn
(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up the ass
My boy'll see checks, the re-birth to Liberacci
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if its platinum or white dawg
Long as it just BLING!, blingin that light yo
In the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, he dont care if you heat him
Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I'm sensin alot of tension, now that Im likened
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened
We on the contrary hand, covered with platinum
Different color Coupes, but Im in love with the black one
On point, cuz you thought R.I.P's was slackin
So the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack in
Yeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
Im fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue Yankee fitted.....G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of streetsweepers
When it comes to stuntin, there's nothin you can teach us
We're in a different timezone, your records dont reach us
Nah, I aint here to save the world
Just roll up a blunt, come with me out front
I teach you how to stunt!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, thats all I know
Is how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go
(Chorus)
писал я
(Chorus)(50 Cent)
I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn
(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up the ass
My boy'll see checks, the re-birth to Liberacci
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if its platinum or white dawg
Long as it just BLING!, blingin that light yo
In the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, he dont care if you heat him
Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I'm sensin alot of tension, now that Im likened
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened
We on the contrary hand, covered with platinum
Different color Coupes, but Im in love with the black one
On point, cuz you thought R.I.P's was slackin
So the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack in
Yeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
Im fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue Yankee fitted.....G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of streetsweepers
When it comes to stuntin, there's nothin you can teach us
We're in a different timezone, your records dont reach us
Nah, I aint here to save the world
Just roll up a blunt, come with me out front
I teach you how to stunt!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, thats all I know
Is how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go
(Chorus)
писал я
серёга
- 01.01.08, 21:03
Как узнал про Лёньку Финта, так в глазах стало темно…
Как на прошлой на субботе на десятом километре от дороги кольцевой,
Хоронили люди Лёньку, короля московских улиц и за гробом его шли толпой,
Там народу было много: и друзей ево, бандитов всех мастей и пустых зевак.
И все рыдали-причитали и катили лимузины, а впереди - белый кадиллак.
В кадиллаке том ехал за рулём Мишка он же Шнырь, Лёньки правая рука
Рядом с ним сидела-плакала вдова ево, Параня, на лицо белая как мука
А за спиной её сидели молча оба ево сына, пацаны, ево кровиночки,
Собралися видно в тот день в город погулять, а попали на поминочки.
Лёнька Мальцев был популярен и любим в народе и когда ево закапвали,
То стояла тишина такая, шо аж слышно было, как голубки в небе плакали.
И в истерике билася вдова его Параня, и причитала вся из-себя,
На кого ты нас покинул, Лёня, хто тебе кинул, Лёня хто из них продал тебя?
Ай-ай-ай, сука-иуда
Лёня Мальцев и Мишка Шнырь были корешами закадычными
Подружилися ишо, когда были во дворе малолетками обычными.
А по юности связалися они со шпаной и хулиганами столичными,
И стали тёмные дела мутить, с наганами ходить и сорить везде наличными.
Говорили, шо Лёня Мальцев вышел из детдома, был там хилым и ростом мал,
там его жизни научили, колотили ево, били и только чудом он там не пропал.
Говорили ишо шо он был отличный форвард и болел за Спартаком,
И за эту ево страсть все дворовые ребята стали называть ево Финтом.
А про Мишку Шныря, ево кореша, говорили улицами всякое,
Шо отец ево -ментон, шо он сам мажор и фраер, в общем, пятое-десятое.
А только Мишка наплевал на всё, был КМС по боксу и он гонял весь городок.
И они уже тогда были в авторитете и лепили за скоком скок.
Ай-ай-ай, сука-иуда
Вот постарше они стали, Лёнька Финт и Мишка Шнырь, корифаны закадачные.
И на улицах все знали их, их силу уважали все бандюки столичные,
И какая бы беда не случилась, эти пацаны решали вопрос любой,
И Лёня Финт был при этом королём, а Миша Шнырь был всегда правою рукой.
И менты, и коммерсанты водили с ними дружбу - и всё то было хорошо,
но однажды пацаны ждали Финта на разборку - а он чего-й то не пришёл.
Пол-москвы обыскали сорви-головы-жиганы, всё шмонали и всех трясли,
А потом его случайно на десятом километре от дороги кольцевой нашли.
В ту ночь видали очевидцы, шо он садился в иномарку белую, номерами местную,
Хто за рулём был, не признали - в общем - Лёнька был убит чей-то пулей неизвестною.
Мишка Шнырь был ево правою рукой и без короны не осталася империя.
И на могиле он сказал три слова: не боюся, не прошу и никому не верю я.
Ай-ай-ай, сука-иуда
Как на прошлой на субботе на десятом километре от дороги кольцевой,
Хоронили люди Лёньку, короля московских улиц и за гробом его шли толпой,
Там народу было много: и друзей ево, бандитов всех мастей и пустых зевак.
И все рыдали-причитали и катили лимузины, а впереди - белый кадиллак…
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