Spin Again
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
Spin Againは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2022年5月9日にFOD ENT.によりリリースされましたFOD The Infrastructure
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。
BPM106
クレジット
歌詞
[Intro]
(BB had to do it to 'em)
(Funk or Die)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
[Verse 1]
Hold on, this somethin' I gotta dance to
Where I'm from, we gotta keep sticks like some bamboo
Like, hold up, wait a minute, let me count my blues
I don't care you got a man, baby girl, you're cute
If your man try me, guns get to blowin' like flutes
And lil' kid, FOD step for me too
Young boy from Oakland, he gettin' bands too
You gon' make it far as me long as you stay in school
You just gotta keep your mind right and stay cool
Bro walkin' with blick, so you better stay smooth
All I do is speak the truth when I'm in the booth
They say it get cold when a hot boy walk in the room
I remember bein' in Stockton, climbin' on roofs
You don't need to go out to the dentist, I'll knock out your tooth
I'm finna knock it out the park like I'm Babe Ruth
He say he got money, it's his mom's, that's the half truth
Like, how you gon' flex your mama money?
Like, boys really cappers for real, like
Baby J, what it is, ****?
What's good, brodie?
Ayy, look
Ooh, ayy (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Ten thousand my mouth, I be shinin' hard (Yeah)
I got a Glock on my waist, no bodyguard (Nah)
I done crashed the Hellcat, this a different car (Skrrt)
They think I ride around in space, all they see is stars (Woo, hoo)
Shit, yeah, that's Phil's shit (Brodie)
I knocked the bitch off Instagram, she a real bitch (Uh)
That lil' piece on that chop, that's a kill switch (Graow)
They call me to slide through and I kill shit (Bah)
Ah, you old Mickey Mouse ****, you a real snitch (What?)
At Icebox with big bruh getting real drip (Ooh)
Ooh, all this ice on my shh, you might slip (Let's get it)
Ayy, drop the lo' on what's-his-name and get bro flipped (Let's get it)
I'm rollin' Wade on the blade with white chicks (Ha)
Pussy good, it be feelin' like vice grips (Ooh)
Two Rollie, four chains, it's ice chips
I'm a dog to these hoes, I'm Mike Vick
They ain't really that cap for real, but people really tryna set you up
Like, they don't want you to be successful in life, they don't want you to win
It's really crazy
[Verse 3]
Like, I don't understand how that work
Ask my bros, I'll never snitch on paperwork
Where I'm from, you don't know if it's guns or fireworks
Where I'm from, your bros could be fakin' and tryna lurk
If gettin' money was a crime, you'd be innocent
Creepin' with a couple K's, so I'm movin' militant
You say you goin' up, but you ain't doin' it
NBA, makin' plays, call me Gregg Popovich
I'm in the stu' waitin' for the beats, what you lackin' for?
Better call me Fredo how I'm finna go bag 'em though
Baby girl, if we talkin', keep it on the low
They call my diamonds hard 'cause it look like the snow
Big chop hold fifty for the ammo
Call me Varrell makin' plays, don't forget the Joe
You say you cool, but you not, why you lyin' then?
Big dog, uncle too, and we goin' in
You gettin' way too close, bruh, you is not my friend
Too comfortable, lil' bro, we is not kin
You got them all, they didn't bust, you is not him
Circle gettin' smaller, it's closing 'cause we is not friends
When I'm gettin' older, I'm tryna buy a Lamb'
Big roll in my pocket, huh, let me count up ten
Big FOD, we some real men
They say it's get back gang, well, spin again
[Verse 4]
Them **** want that get back, tell 'em spin again
We ain't hit nobody first time, we gon' spin the bin
Ain't got no money for me, baby, you ain't gettin' in
'Member all them days road runnin', tryna get a ten
Pants hangin' 'cause the clip that's in the Glock extend
I only hang with real shooters, I do not pretend
J Bay say he get a lil' older, he gon' cop the Benz
And he ain't gettin' in the whip unless he got the tints
FOD gettin' money, that ain't nothin' new
Why them **** always get to runnin' when we comin' through?
I don't even want the money, it ain't comin' blue
Swear I'm sick of all these love me **** like I got the flu
She gon' suck it while she drive, that's what she like to do
Turn your friends into haters, what this ice'll do
You is not my bitch, told her, "I don't gotta lie to you"
Come and get a job with FOD, I can hire you
Written by: Lil Trizzy

