"Братва на связи" 🎵 || (Аудио:) ~ Альбом (My International Trip 2026 ) || S/W скачать в хорошем качестве

"Братва на связи" 🎵 || (Аудио:) ~ Альбом (My International Trip 2026 ) || S/W

Братва на связи" 🎵 || (Аудио:) ~ Альбом (My International Trip 2026 ) || S/W #music #ytmusic #sohamwalter #s/w ____________________________________________ credit: singer - jr. Walter X Heisen lyrics - Sam editor - Hank composer - Fl Studio producer - Soham Walter 🤚 label - S/W ____________________________________________ © Copyright Holder ‪@SohamWalter‬ for use and issues contact us on 👇 masteropert00@gmail.com ____________________________________________ !! **** English Lyrics *** !! ! Bratva on the Line ! Night falls in the neighborhood — the city sleeps, but we’re in the game, My people stay quiet, but for a word — they’ll go up in flames. A black Beemer, weight in the trunk, Messing with us is like playing with fire deep in the woods. Fingers in gold, a cross — that’s the style, Not a saint, but everyone has their own path and world. My brothers aren’t rap — my brothers are the law, Each holds the block like a throne made of concrete. Bratva on the line, money falls like rain, If an enemy stands in the way — he’ll leave in pain. A word is law, honor’s like armor, On these streets, family rules — not the court or drama. (Hey, hey) Bratva on the line! (Hey, hey) In the game, like a fairy tale! (Hey, hey) Don’t believe it? Just ask! (Hey, hey) The streets are silent, but they remember inside! I wear leather, chain, and a knife in my boot, Not a movie hero — I’m real in the dark pursuit. We don’t shout — we act without words, My truth is simple — never betray your own blood. The cops know, but they’re afraid to step, Because with us — there’s both the hand and the route kept. Young wolves, we don’t fear chains, If needed — we’ll find you, even through a hundred doors again. Bratva on the line, money falls like rain, If an enemy stands in the way — he’ll leave in pain. A word is law, honor’s like armor, On these streets, family rules — not the court or drama. (Hey, hey) Bratva on the line! (Hey, hey) In the game, like a fairy tale! (Hey, hey) Don’t believe it? Just ask! (Hey, hey) The streets are silent, but they remember inside! This isn’t style — this is life... This is bratva, this is blood... Mafia’s not a club, mafia’s love. For your own — till the end, for enemies — cold words...