"Внимание (Goldman, Goldman, Goldman, Goldman)

Говорит и показывает Москва (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Смотрите и слушайте Москву" (Goldman, Goldman, yeah, yeah yeah)

(Yeah,woah, woah, Don Debonair, woah, woah, respect Russia, WTMG nga)

I met this shortie yeah, her name was Russia

She little crazy, type of chick that probably go and cut ya

She said "khochu kurit" pound in her bag, I think I love ya

I got no rubbers, I ain′t stutter, till they - I ain't gon fuck ya

My flow hot, but it′s freezing up in Moscow

Shots made em hopscotch, that bullet made that pop sound

It's hot now, who on the block leave the door open

My Russian ngas bring the house down, I think the floor broken

Got get some vodka, hurry up, I think the store closin'

(Haha, that′s a cliché nga)

All this money in my pocket, got me feelin′ like a boss

I ain't sauce, pull up in Kremlin, I promise you will get lost

(Hah) Get it, most my ngas up in blue, ballin′ hard like they in Zenit

I can't sweat it, he wanna link up, but I had to debt it

I keep rockin′ like I'm Elvis, I get high, real high, my Elbrus

Look up in my system, I can′t recall if I felt shit

Ngas say I am the shit (Huh) boy you smealt it

(Gang gang gang gang gang Moscow let's go)

Yeah, this Moscow joint be litted up

I'm tryna big my city up

Like NYC, we fast as fuck

It′s gettin′ cold, but we Gucci'ed up

We got the Kremlin, we got the rocket

There′s Russian secrets, we gotta lock it

I'm in the town, we gotta pop it

The Hit-Man life, no way around it (Like Woah)

Moscow, yeah, Goldman, OGBoy, Don Debonair

Fuck you up, not know when where

In the city, we Russian bangers

We fight for life, these bitches stare

I′m proud of my city ain't no way around it

Let′s get it now, we poppin' poppin'

We chose the dream, ain′t no way for stoppin′

It's till the end, we runnin′ runnin'

Like no, let′s go Moscow

Oh damn, we runnin' with bears, Shapka-Ushanka, Babushka in Paris

Regular life, regular style, stereotypes, ain′t got no affairs

There is some people tryna get out the block

There is some people who don't know what they got

Pointing your finger, you got 3 lookin' back at you

Russian flow, put the money in the lot

Bad bitches, we got ′em bro

Mad riches, we swerin′ yo

No time to waste, we right on the dot

Expensive life, Moscow, what you thought

Spetsnaz, you gotta fight for the spot

It's you or them, we gotta fight to the top

Pussy hittas tryna know all of our plot

We will never get down for the money you shot

(Gang gang gang gang gang Moscow let′s go)

Мы не забыты мы все также в форме

Мой парабеллум вечно на готове

Без света фар мы мчим не надо повода

Фонари гаснут в нашем городе

Залетел так будто знал в чем стиль

Это Москва злостный keep it real

Разводил так руками что слился

В городе грехов секреты все чтим сэр

Знал на что идёт русский гранатомет

Вырубал за пазухой с махорки приход

Это тот конек на высотке обзор

Я смотрю на город кто тут режиссер

В моих руках сияет блант все что

Тормозило раньше теперь от плеча размах

В этом городе лайф старт дохуя уходит сил

Топим топим мы по встречной

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(POW, POW, check)