Витя АК, Kooza K2o - В тайне

Yo, what's going on in Berioza City?
We filthy and gritty.
Go grills gleaming, hoes screaming, we leave 'em in pity.
Hello Siri, how do you translate these words into rhythms?
My dogs are locked up, dead or just living in prison.
Bomba Klaa, two victors with two AKs, these rhythms spray.
Every day we get cake, no time to show a blade any day.
We got it like flowers in May, we not friendly with gays.
Only hits are recorded tracks,
Adjusted with treble and bass.
If on the block opps talk, then we wet them with mops.
Кузо базука, но без ракушек, тут окушки и шарки.
Do your part, don't get knocked.
Hatings free, so bums plot.
Blow up where you park, call it duty, on sight you get shot.
Ра!
So many times I tried to get away, fly away.
Felt like no other days could find me.
I got the play to stay,
And I leave all my troubles behind me.
Делай дела в тайне.
So many times I tried to get away, fly away.
Felt like no other days could find me.
I got the play to stay,