Stanley Cup
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דירוג
02:39
משך
Dec 25, 2025
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מידע על זכויות יוצרים ושחרור
תאריך יציאה:
December 25, 2025
זמן שחרור:
10:17 AM
חותמת זמן (UTC):
2025-12-25 10:17:06 UTC
תעודת זכויות יוצרים
מזהה מסלול:
#727
כּוֹתֶרֶת:
Stanley Cup
אָמָן:
Ryder
נוצר:
December 25, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
SoundStudioPro
מוּגָן
דווח על הפרה
קצב
66.7
מַפְתֵחַ
D minor 7A
חתימת זמן
4/4
ז'ָאנר
ראפ
מַצַב רוּחַ
neutral
אֵנֶרְגִיָה
Medium
מילים
[Intro]
Heartbeat drum
Crowd roar, low hum
Mask on my face
Game time, here it come
[Verse 1]
Skates cut lines in the white
Red light flash, that’s sight
I breathe deep, that’s ice
In my veins, stay precise
Locker room glue on my gloves
I can taste that metal, that rush
Every stride loadin’ it up
Crosshairs locked, I don’t bluff
Sniper vision in the slot
Whole barn still when I cock
One look, goalie gon’ rock
Pull the trigger, hear it pop (pop!)
[Chorus]
Ice in my veins, blood in my mouth
Sniper on the rush, I’m aimin’ from the blue line out
Stanley Cup, Cup in my hands, I’ma finish the job
Crowd goin’ up when I hit that shot, when I hit that shot
Ice in my veins, heart on the glass
Every single shift like it might be my last
Stanley Cup, Cup in my hands, I’ma finish the job
Finish the job, finish the job (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Look up, clock runnin’ down
Whole team ridin’ my sound
I don’t fold, I double down
Leave that doubt on the ground
Tape tight on the stick, that feel
Edge bite, every turn, that steel
Faceoff, won, that seal
One lane open, that’s real
I see net, that’s tunnel
Crowd noise drown to a mumble
Glove side twitch, he stumble
Puck leave blade, big rumble
[low vocal register] I don’t miss, that’s fate
Champagne sweat on my face
Silver shine, I taste
This my moment, my stage
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals] Breathe in
Breathe out
One shot
Lights out
[crescendo] Hands up
Crowd shake
Lord Stanley
My fate
I bled for this ice, I paid that cost
Every broken tooth, every hit, every loss
Now the Cup right there, I can feel that frost
I’m a sniper with a target, never comin’ off
[Chorus]
Heartbeat drum
Crowd roar, low hum
Mask on my face
Game time, here it come
[Verse 1]
Skates cut lines in the white
Red light flash, that’s sight
I breathe deep, that’s ice
In my veins, stay precise
Locker room glue on my gloves
I can taste that metal, that rush
Every stride loadin’ it up
Crosshairs locked, I don’t bluff
Sniper vision in the slot
Whole barn still when I cock
One look, goalie gon’ rock
Pull the trigger, hear it pop (pop!)
[Chorus]
Ice in my veins, blood in my mouth
Sniper on the rush, I’m aimin’ from the blue line out
Stanley Cup, Cup in my hands, I’ma finish the job
Crowd goin’ up when I hit that shot, when I hit that shot
Ice in my veins, heart on the glass
Every single shift like it might be my last
Stanley Cup, Cup in my hands, I’ma finish the job
Finish the job, finish the job (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Look up, clock runnin’ down
Whole team ridin’ my sound
I don’t fold, I double down
Leave that doubt on the ground
Tape tight on the stick, that feel
Edge bite, every turn, that steel
Faceoff, won, that seal
One lane open, that’s real
I see net, that’s tunnel
Crowd noise drown to a mumble
Glove side twitch, he stumble
Puck leave blade, big rumble
[low vocal register] I don’t miss, that’s fate
Champagne sweat on my face
Silver shine, I taste
This my moment, my stage
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals] Breathe in
Breathe out
One shot
Lights out
[crescendo] Hands up
Crowd shake
Lord Stanley
My fate
I bled for this ice, I paid that cost
Every broken tooth, every hit, every loss
Now the Cup right there, I can feel that frost
I’m a sniper with a target, never comin’ off
[Chorus]
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