Текст песни ОУ-74 - Бокс

Kept, did not pain, no bro is not shots
But the hands of the plenty are right you sweeping beating with a whistle
Art of technology, reaction if even close
You are not destined to get into the one who gave life to the boxing
Championship style of the masters of the South Urals
Without a compromise way to victory from your temple
Ago it is impossible, here it is the goal to reach their hands
After all, we all will be redeemed at the end, which is so lacking
Style forged for years, with street hardening
So the pain is quite owned by the power shot from the tank
Although it hurts the essence of the acquaintance here is not important
He will let go of these fights, the hood will become a hat

Kept, did not pain, no bro is not shots
But the hands of the plenty are right you sweeping beating with a whistle
Art of technology, reaction if even close
You are not destined to get into one who boxing life

Kept, did not pain, no bro is not shots
But the hands of the plenty are right you sweeping beating with a whistle
Art of technology, reaction if even close
You are not destined to get into one who boxing life