Bklu Flaggin
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bklu Flagginは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2017年9月19日にBklu Rollxnによりリリースされました90 Problems
最も人気過去7日
00:30 - 00:35
Bklu Flagginは30 秒あたりで先週最も頻繁に発見された曲です
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メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器(ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど)に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
BPM69
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bklu Rollxn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnathan Banks
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Yung Polo made the beat boy
[Verse 2]
I'ma leave him bad
I'ma leave a **** in a bag
Pull up to the scene, show my ass
Got some killers in the cut they layin in your grass
I told you they been tripping, they been waiting on ya ass
I told you that my ice gon' be skating on ya ass
Bands in my pants
So much money, count boy
I'm breaking rubber bands
If you wanna boot up, I got Molly, Xan, tan
And if you wanna shoot, I got the whole Glock clan
**** tryna fight me, but they hoes just fans
Leave his ass wondering one time with my hands
Chopper on the side, bullets blowing like a fan
Up a .45, then the Glock start sprayin
I'ma have to leave a couple fuck **** layin
Bullets real life, real locs we ain't playin
And if a **** diss he gon' get buried in the sand
When it's time to race we hop outta race van
Leave a **** body slangin by a trash can
Or leave his ass dead in the door
Hit him with a pump
Leave a **** tied up in the trunk
OG gas bag blowing skunk
If I catch a young **** lackin
I'ma get it crackin
New body found in some plastic
I don' trapped him up, real tragic
Ambulance smashin, hit his ass with the automatic
Leave his ass dead in the casket
If an ass want a **** blastin
I'ma leave a **** in some ashes
And a young **** blue flaggin
Leave a **** cold toe taggin
And I'm loced out, I ain't bragging
Thought that you can see it in my khakis
Boy, I'm body baggin
Walk round with my pants saggin
Bullets fly behind you like a dragon
A **** can't imagine, what his life would be without that ratchet
But if I ain't got it I'ma grab it
Whole naughty 30's, it's a habit
Beefin on computers you can have it
Pull up boy, I'm really bout that action
**** just be actin
Leave a **** guts up on the mattress
It just makes me madder
Climbin up the game but i ain't holdin no ladder
Bullets gon' hit you and split you it don't even matter
I hit from the clip,watch yo blood get splattered
Couple of ****, they down with my (Crip)
All of my crips run the town with me
I throw up a K when i see a big B
Water so wet have me lost in the sea
Blue 60, I know that he rolling with me
Numba nine know that he rolling with me
M-Thang, he know that he rolling with me
All of my **** they bang on the C
Ray-bans on me make it harder to see
I feel like these **** ain't harder than me
I feel like these **** are pussies forreal
I feel like these **** ain't been on no drill
**** I told you, I ain't scared to get killed
This is that life where you bang in that field
You live by that steal you gon' die by that steal
I don't give a fuck how a fuck **** feel
I'm ready, I'm ready With Glocks and machetes
Chrome 9 turn a bitch to spaghetti
I'm throwin that check in the air like confetti
I used to be broke now a young **** heavy
Flexin in chicken, diamonds so cold on my neck
900 gang thats my set
You diss you get wet
50 round drum on that tech
50 round drum on that tech
50 round drum on that tech
It ain't no reason to flex
You can get blessed
Smoke me a blunt 'cus I'm stressed
33 shots at yo chest
Fuck it who next
Leave a young **** to rest
I roll with the best
Money stack tall
Polo Ralph Lauren, designer my drawers
You can murked if you claim you a dawg
Hotbox this gas you gon see too much fog
I'm doing my thing
No matter what I'ma bang
You can get robbed for yo chain
All of my crips off the chain
Most of them **** insane
Blowin propane
Switchin and swervin these lanes
Pull up broad day, bust yo brain
Gas when I'm smoking
Gas got me choking
[Verse 3]
Bay bay he rollin, he gon' leave fuck **** open
C walk pull up boy its time for a mission
Leavin em wet in the water with fishes
All of my **** they crippin, they crippin
All of my **** they crippin, they crippin
Fuck it lets get it
Saw me a stain so we hit it
All of my **** they wit it
All of my **** they wit it
They wit it
Bay bay he rollin, he gon' leave fuck **** open
C walk pull up boy its time for a mission
Leavin em wet in the water with fishes
All of my **** they crippin, they crippin
All of my **** they crippin, they crippin
Fuck it let's get it
Saw me a stain so we hit it
All of my **** they wit it
All of my **** they wit it, they wit it
Written by: Anthony Williams, Charles Taylor, Johnathan Banks

