Make Munneは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として1993年10月19日にNervous RecordsによりリリースされましたEnta Da Stage
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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
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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。
歌詞
Back in the days we used to hit Pitkin Ave
Knapsack strapped on my back 'cause everything got bagged
In sight, when I got put out, put up a fight
Then I took flight, all you seen was a streak of light
Ghost, you didn't catch me if you wanted to
I'm broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the mall, fill up the pad with ease
Pump shit on the block and make at least two G's
Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, shit, they couldn't stop it
I had to make my loot, I had to make my dough
So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
On the ave, it's all about the green
And **** who make mad green know what I mean
So if you in the house and you know what it's about
Gettin' paid, come on, let me hear you shout
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
I got to get paid, and I mean quick fast
And if it ain't the cash, then that ass get blast
Livin' in New York nowadays is like damn
'Cause if you're broke, nobody wants to be your man
Especially the girls when it come to gettin' game
You got to have the loot plus the gear to maintain
I can't take the heat, there's a strain on my brain
And when my pockets are broke, my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip 'cause I might just flip
I'm thinkin' of a whip, where's my crew and my clip?
"It's a jack, take your fuckin' hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the deal"
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need dough
And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my flow?
I wanna grab the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin' played
Word to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you wanna bump makin' dough, let me know
I rather get paid with the paid program
You can keep your fame and fuck who's the man
I scheme and I scheme 'til I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the money fiend
**** let me hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you want dough
You gots to let me know
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
I'm gettin' kinda old, now my mom's wanna flip
Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hear the fuckin' lip
The house ain't clean and the rent's overdue
I hear the same line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I want is my own
I wanna represent, so I keep shit known
That I'm for the dough and nothin' but the dead pres'
"Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit" he says
"You got to get paid" says the man on the corner
See a fly shortie lookin' good, push up on her
Now I'm like the man 'cause I bring home the bacon
Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin'
On the streets of New York, whatever you talk
It seems like only poor people eat pork
Word to my herb, make your loot in the spot
If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one shot
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Yeah
Word up
Yo, it's realer than y'all
That's the life of a brother in the streets of the ghetto
World life
Ayo, it's real, it's all about the cash, bring it in
Written by: Black Moon
