Kill it, bury, bury I'm driving chains, Armstrong around the door I'm a bicyclist, I'm doping through the preparations I'm driving chains, like Armstrong chains Giro d'Italia, Tebra, Aitour de France We're rising, we're descending, we're crossing distances All the champions wear tight yellow jerseys Everyone gets tired of the long trails when they're driving We're full of strength, but we still need God Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive Up and down, but just drive Fast stages, mountain stages Am I faster or are you faster, brother? A little Vinokurov, Tebra, a little Ivan Basso You've been driving for 10 hours, but you're not a Hasso You've been driving a chronometer in a jacket Is the finish line in Capollo, brother, or what? I'm driving chains, Armstrong around the door I'm a bicyclist, I'm doping through the preparations I'm driving chains, like Armstrong chains Giro d'Italia, Tebra, Aitour de France We're rising, we're descending, we're crossing distances All the champions wear tight yellow jerseys Everyone gets tired of the long trails when they're driving We're full of strength, but we still need God I'm a fast driver, I'm a bicyclist for recreation If you don't want to drive, take her and throw her on the head of a goat And fast scouts are watching from the side, but they can't follow me I'm driving a bicycle like Danilson Here's Tebra, so you see we're not ready A bottle of water Driving with God as a parent You see how he drives the chains Pedals, pedals, doping You see how he drives the chains Pedals, pedals, doping I fell asleep on the Tebra, I *** up the gear I just change the speed and continue to burn it I change the tempo faster, then I slow down and fix the tempo The tire can't break, because I won't even put it Where are you, bro, did you test yourself, bro? I hope you bring positive results Only when he loses, then he will understand But the price will be, so before the nose on the plate to the mother Full of Vance, Alfrom, cock, door Bicycle, bitch, doping, I'm going through the preparation Full of Vance, like Alfrom, Vance Chiro from Italy, Tebra, come on, turn the flanges We breathe, we get off, we go over the distance All the champions wear yellow shirts Everyone is sweating, the long paths when they drive We are too full of strength, but we still need God We are too full of strength, but we still need God