Tradução: Niza D. Gloria.
d find Glory "Courage, spirit, and honor" .. on the path to find Glory "Courage, spirit, and honor" .. break it down [scratch:] "here's an example of courage and strength" [D-Nice
: How d'you choose between death and glory? How d'you choose between death and glory? Happy endings don't bore me Happy endings, they never bored me
talk tough even walk like warriors On some G shit they get to singin' like Gloria! Now come clean tell us what you told the D's Matter fact, I done told
care Like when the cupboard is empty or there's no food in the Frigidaire I'm a page from the end of the story No closer to my hope and glory Just a kick
she cut her hair! I like that, its kinda PHAT I don't know if I could do it. But it looks sharp, it looks nice on her She got a nice shaped head She
It's not in our hands Barren the land It's all dead and gone And still the tyrant's face is red So witness my glory, my triumph, my fame It's the sweetest
m allowed to guide their train to visit you in Rome. I am sick of preachers telling to be plain while you got it nice in here. They'd better feel ashamed
with those four big heads I love Velveeta slapped on Wonder Bread I love a commie... if'n he's good and dead, yup I love America I love Old Glory and
greatest on the court And I'm the greatest on the verse Going for the 4th ring like it was his first Gotta get the bling Do it for Kareem! 24 (two-four) so nice
, this is a passion, been an All-Star, been a Champion, free throw line, u hear em chantin, MVP!, MVP!, Kobe Bryant aka Envy Me, any D smash and D, whoever
And though the player still pretends In mausoleums, on painted walls The tale of those who'd have it all The slave of glory's lost demands To always leave
gain more glories in all, sorts of categories To be raised up, a bit Ced Gee, as an Ultramagnetic, SCIENTIST! D.. D.. D.. DJ Moe Love To all the Bronx
40, I ain't even sorry If you with your kids then I put your brain on your shorty I ain't open that damn block for the fame and the glory I was hoping
blow'n money fast boss in jordans countn' money chick finer than wylona so i let her count it fo me she gotta nice bubble wen she rockin' roc'n jeans
I gotta do, doing what we wanna do Off into my walked dawn missions, why? 'Cos the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by Only nice in the days
the power G Rap bustin' the gats slangin' last by every hour No doubt, I be the crime story of all ghetto territories Soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory
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