Payk - Street Racing "LORD"
First - second, the manual has no automatic.
Street Racing through the night capital,
Gauges up, engines roaring at the traffic light,
We accelerate, settling our disputes.
In first I hit 60, pull ahead,
Dropped it into second at 100, carving into the turn
He follows right behind me. Sounds of crying rubber
I squeeze between the cars, scorching the tires.
A Lada Seven ahead of me! I pass it on the right.
Stop! Closed off! Brake! Third, second to the left
Pumping the gas! Third, going almost a hundred
I swing into oncoming, I need to fly through fast!
He's almost on my tail, he passes me slightly
wheel right, wheel left, I block his path
Lights flicker past the window faster than a marked bullet
We keep up our race, we're steering our theme!
Once again Street Racing in the capital, evening,
I roll out of the district to heat up the plugs
Smells of rubber and gasoline, gas to the floor
Without a word we'll do it again soon.
Street Racing, in the capital, evening
I roll out of the district to heat up the plugs
Smells of rubber and gasoline, gas to the floor
Without a word we'll do it again soon.
A turn, two, a traffic light, a stop - we stopped!
Glanced at each other, hit the gas again
Pedals burning under our feet, in the cabin they shout Kray!
Cops on the radio, they've spotted us, but we didn't know!
We keep the rhythm, overtaking two cars
The Beamer won't yield to me, I flash my lights at his back,
From fourth I dropped it sharply to second! Brake!
Gearbox is falling apart, but it's too late for that now!
We come out onto Tverskaya, not slowing down,
Cars have surrounded us completely - rush hour in the city
Like two tigers we creep through the streams
We pass right, left, breaking up the blocks.
Gas, brake, first, second, I see the target.
Three cars parted, I slip into that gap
Gas again! Three, four, he's left behind!
I smile, realizing that I managed to pull away!
Once again Street Racing in the capital, evening,
I roll out of the district to heat up the plugs
Smells of rubber and gasoline, gas to the floor
Without a word we'll do it again soon.
Street Racing, in the capital, evening
I roll out of the district to heat up the plugs
Smells of rubber and gasoline, gas to the floor
Without a word we'll do it again soon.
I'm flying down the route at 200, I hear a siren behind me.
At first I didn't get it, got flustered, started to panic.
Then I realized, turned the music down
Turned into the nearest corner to have a chance to survive!
The police Merc is flying almost right next to me.
I swerve sharply right, watch him go
He came in on a parallel street, decided to intercept,
But I pulled into a neighboring square and killed the engine,
Got out of the cabin, quickly took off my plates
Put on the multi-lock and slipped sharply out of the yard.
Caught a taxi. Came back a couple hours later
No one there, started the engine
And without extra words headed east
Not breaking the rules, going around all the checkpoints
Marked out all the roads.
In 30 minutes I was already in my district
That's how it goes when you're on the route, Tony.
Once again Street Racing in the capital, evening,
I roll out of the district to heat up the plugs
Smells of rubber and gasoline, gas to the floor
Without a word we'll do it again soon.
Street Racing, in the capital, evening
I roll out of the district to heat up the plugs
Smells of rubber and gasoline, gas to the floor
Without a word we'll do it again soon.