Текст песни TNF - Молодой питбуль

Solid gait, he goes ahead
Shawky will bark, but no one will come up.
His face is covered with scars, knuckles knocked vkrov
They robbed him and pity and love.

He goes down the street - young PIT - BUL!
He finds himself an enemy - a young PIT - BUL!
In the battle to live his destiny - the young PIT - BUL!
And in the eyes of his fight - young PIT - BUL!

Was born Boytsov dog - not a creature home
And the violence was a sign he was not hearsay
The fights muscles grew up with hatred in pair
He sharpened his fangs when he was still a boy ...

Soon you will become mature warrior going in fights to tear the enemy
Do not hesitate that you are young, fit your age
You grow up and okrepnesh, become an adult dog.
This path runs each, was a puppy, and became a fighter !!!