TUF - Мухаммед Али, Майк Тайсон и Рой Джонс младший.
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There were three of them
And without moments of controversial,
They are a legend
History for all blacks,
The Holy Trinity,
They are not conquered
There are no such people throughout the universe,
They are one without words
Hand masterpiece,
God's gift from birth,
Military spirit,
There are no doubt
Their appearance in the block grower ring,
It was a miracle of light,
They broke the bingo.
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The first legend,
About the black God,
He was a mystery
He is a mystery and now for many,
Parshaw butterflies,
I captivated the victim with deception
But it is worth stimulating
Punish with bee sting,
He challenged himself with every battle
Proving perfection,
With the forthness of whims,
He did the wind
Giving tenderness to the ladies,
But he demolished the rivals
A fatal hurricane,
He closed his eyes
He saw the battle with his hands
He brought everything to himself
And danced with enemies,
He found in an opponent,
The reason for the smiles
The calculation is cold
He did not forgive mistakes
Ali immortal,
But there was only one enemy,
The pain devours from the inside
Yes, only he did not build
With shaking in the hands,
He beats without playing
He is a champion for all centuries.
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History is second,
A guy from New York,
From Brows Vilya,
With boiling blood champion,
That flowed on his veins,
He is from a youngster
Confused in crime,
His simple name
They whispered in fear of the streets,
To school for boys,
Translated without any or,
Talent developed in the ring,
Bobby Stuart, thank you
With a cold heart,
And with a grip of the brillus,
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And the career has begun
Opponent for an opponent,
They did not stop falling,
From crushing strikes,
Guys with clean steel,
Many broke
Even before the fight,
He penetrated faster than fear into his head,
Like something evil
Adopted by his own coach,
He increased the loads,
Overshadowing the force of friction,
Knockout behind a knockout,
He saw only that
And more than a dozen collapsed,
From his jeb,
He was great
He was at the peak of form
But I looked back
And the reforms began,
The death of his coach,
He survived the poor man
But then a squirrel, criticism, hears, went,
He is alone
The boy could not restrain himself
But Don King was born a bitch,
The bitch remained
Everything was repeated again
They wanted to fuse him
Yes, only Tyson,
He was able to leave his name in history,
Time goes on, events change,
Boxing peaks,
They are not eager for bloodshed
And everything is ordinary
Up to one moment,
So far in the ring,
It will not begin to sparkle.
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Legend is the third,
And here Don Pencosol
From sunny Florida,
To the charm Olympic gambling,
He did not know resentment
And that's all the street
The boy was touched
Draised a gold medal,
But the spirit was not broken,
He is not like everyone else
He was able to rise
Improvised in the ring,
He did not know what to be afraid of
Changing the tactics of behavior, changing
He proved the best
He is the best without a doubt
He is interesting
Everything is under his control,
He did what he wanted
Only of his own free will
Reading rap,
Before your fight,
He is from any fight,
I did a super show
Hands behind the back
Resting on the ropes,
He is definitely non -stop.
Threw grenades
He was a favorite of the audience
He was an object of critic,
He was himself
But often cheated faces,
The quarrel with his father ended
The medal was returned
He was more and more every day
He was faster than a bullet,
And now the question arose
What else to learn,
In all scales to become a champion,
Starts to do
And he did it
This is his merit,
He is at the top of glory
He is at the epicenter of the circle,
His Ilyusia,
God will not forget in life,
Roy Jones Loggy
There will be no such.