Mtg - No Labirinto Do Afegão, Loucona De Bala - (Beat Psv) 135BPM

MTG - UM POUQUINHO DE PUTARIA PRA ELAS JOGAR (( DJ RYAN DE MAGE )) 2k22

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SHEIK MARTINS - TO DE GLOCK E DE RADINHO(2022)

/| "aqui na união dos cria."

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IH O CARNAVAL TA VINDO AI VS PÃO CARECA - REMIX (ESCUTEM NO SPOTIFY)

E A PATRICINHA TAVA LA Vs NOVINHA COM FAMA DE PATY [ PROD BR DA TIJUCA ] 2K24

UM CARA IMPORTANTE [FAEL MACONHA]

#TheJam prod. twohvns

[(NO INTRO)]
Verse 1 (F):
I wake and count what still needs growth,
not trophies stacked, but living oaths.
I greet the gaps that sharpen skill,
small daily climbs that train my will.
Questions knock; I open wide,
let wonder walk, not guilt or pride.
Tired hands hum proof of care,
work leaves tracks I choose to wear.

Verse 1.2 (M – Rap):
I learned from closed doors—map that route,
turned “not yet” into quiet clout.
Stumbled on math only grind could show,
flipped loss to code and set it to flow.
Limits threw ladders; I took that height,
stacked those rungs till skyline bright.
Missed calls taught presence, not chase—
I move on timing that fits this pace.

Pre-Chorus (Both):
I thank the unknown—fresh path, clear sight.
I thank the pressure—coal turns light.

Chorus (Both):
I give thanks for the rough edge—guide me right.
Thanks for the hard road—forge that light.
Thanks for the weight—strength takes flight.
Thanks for the long way—soul gains height.
I give thanks till the trouble fades to gold,
thanks till the story lands brave and bold.

Hook (Both, call/response):
(Both) Thank you, lessons.
(F) Teach my hands.
(M) Train my focus.
(Both) Lift these plans.

Verse 2 (F):
New trials walk in dusty boots,
drop fresh seeds, not shallow fruits.
I prune the noise that steals my hours,
guard my lane and grow real powers.
Mistakes send notes with honest ink,
each one says, Learn—step back, think.
Fatigue taps shoulders after runs,
proof of purpose, proof work runs.

Verse 2.2 (M – Rap):
Storms test walls; I fix that seam,
check each joint, retune the beam.
Failures served range, not doom, not shame,
fed my craft, refined my aim.
I carry grace in a street-wise jar,
pour it where stakes pull hard and far.
Unknown calls out; I answer clean,
show my worth through a steady routine.

Pre-Chorus 2 (Both):
I thank the limit—focus grows.
I thank the silence—signal shows.

Chorus 2 (Both):
I give thanks for the rough edge—guide me right.
Thanks for the hard road—forge that light.
Thanks for the weight—strength takes flight.
Thanks for the long way—soul gains height.
I give thanks till the trouble turns to gold,
thanks till the plot writes brave and bold.

Bridge (Spoken-word • F → M → Both):
(F) I thank the door that didn’t swing—new key learned.
(M) I thank the map that flipped—new turn earned.
(F) I thank the rule that cracked—mercy learned.
(Both) I thank the loss that taught return.

Breakdown Chant (Both):
Thank you, limit. Thank you, strain.
Thank you, questions. Thank you, rain.
Thank you, errors. Thank you, grind.
Thank you, patience—shape my mind.

Final Chorus (Both, expanded):
Thanks for the rough edge—guide me right.
Thanks for the hard road—forge that light.
Thanks for the weight—strength takes flight.
Thanks for the long way—soul gains height.
Thanks for the unknown—fresh designs.
Thanks for the setbacks—clearer lines.
Thanks for the tired—proof I gave.
Thanks for the giving—learned to save.

Tag (Both, soft):
Gratitude flips trouble into treasure—every time.



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