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Now everybody put your hands up in the air. We came from Grozny to make a party for You. We're gonna show you real hip-hop. Sure, you will keep in your mind this party For a long time. Okay, nineteen ninety-nine. And here we go! Stop everything, shut up everybody. Let me tell my rhyme to begin our party. Let us introduce real Юрта. And now clean up your ears and open your Eyes. Whoo! Let's get the high. Our motto everything's gonna be all right. If you wanna be happy, you must be free. But one rule no drugs, no politics in our Life. We never had be shy. Nobody can stop us, 'cause we come from Chechnya. We are Chechen bad boys, it's our hip-hop. If you really like it, let me see you Jump. Down with the law! If it's respected by nobody. Down with the flag! Give it up, if you still alive. Take your chance! If you need a rest, if you wanna party. One, two, with Юрта! Coming to make you feel so high. Whoo! Put it up, Put it up In the Whoo! Put it up, put it up in the Air. Whoo! Put it up, Put it up in the air. Whoo! Put it up, put it up in The air. Go! Ритмы и слова, слова. Шум, крики, звуки, голоса. Это значит, мы ваши уши напрягаем. Это значит, здесь снова Юрта. Это стиль ярых беспредельщиков, Грозненских супер-налогонеплательщиков. Музыка центрально-окраинных районов, Всей братвы междусочных притонов.