NFS по-Русски

Are You A gangster? Вы гангстеры? No, we are Russians. Нет, мы русские. Walking through the mouth of madness on the springs They see my soul. Close my eyes and see The friends I hear them calling me to move. On a burning mission through hate the world my Attitude. I feel I'm put here just to lose They want to kill but here's the truth. Cause they all believe my numbers up your distance In my left the moon it comes up on My vision cigarette inside this death dope end. This is it for me I conquer till all Blessings torches now become so death releasing Anger from my friends. So it's seeping out my Nose broken nose a wicked pose outside my visions Losing I'm from hold this chrome. Fuck it like I have no cares of blood It thickens up my air I'm so intense like Bowles is fighting there's no hope for fear. Speaking hate for the enemy motives of their slavery Creeping towards the empty screaming come now seek My fate. All my friends insane tonight I thank Your papers out for me. All my life has shown the light I'll be Here for eternity. Fuck you bitches