Bars
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bars은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2016년 1월 18일일에 101 Distribution에서 발매되었습니다.YRN 2 (Young Rich N****s 2)
멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM123
가사
[Verse 1]
Yeah, Migos
Bars, bars, bars, 16 bars
16, 16, 16
I don't know, yeah
[Verse 2]
You take the deuce of that yellow than drink it
I be like, "Damn, boy, what is you thinkin'?"
[Verse 3]
When I hit the Henn', bitch, fuck it, I'm swingin'
Walk in the north, you know that they bangin'
(You know I gotta pull up on the north side one time)
Dope boy mentality, dope boy mentality
Walk in the kitchen, I make a fatality
I feel like Takeoff, yeah we movin' to Canada
'Cause I feel like people be after us
I got the chopper, don't challenge us
White girl, she geeked off of angel dust
Boy, you sugar and spice, like a Powerpuff
Shoot a **** like a catapult
You tell me you broke, I don't give a fuck
I fuck her one time and I'm sick of her
Perform at the Fox, no Vivica
Get that pack with the box on the Reebok
When you get the dope and it's recooked
You talkin' 'bout something that he took
The first time you shot, it was off a little bit
Then you came back and got rebooked
24-karat, all gold on my neck
You think I got it from Egypt
If dabbin' go for a contageous disease
You think that shit was the measles
Everything foreign, everything foreign
Came a long way from that regal
I got the birds like an eagle
Traded away, that's a Michael Vick eagle
You just worry about yours
I'ma just worry about mine
Shout out to my ****, Jerz
We used to trap nicks and dimes
I don't drink, but I still buy pints
Hundred thousand cash make your ho faint
Drugs and money is something we talk about all the time
But you can relate
Don't imitate, the dab I create
I'm in YRN clothing or in Bathing Ape
**** be savin' up for a lifetime just to
Get a new rollie and go out and skate
Billionaire lookin' my way, I'm on pace
Feelin' like Donald Trump back in the day
Don't beef with no rapper, it's a money race
It won't be a issue if you come in first place
Give it to him in the worst way
Finesse the plug with a fade away
I bought my diamonds from a Blu-Ray
I bought Versace shades from Ray
Put a 'tato on the K
It gon' be loud anyway
The Migos life, you think, a maze
But really, my ****, we straight
[Verse 4]
We straight, oh
[Verse 5]
Ay, takeoff
[Verse 6]
****, we straight, no one down to debate
At the round table, stick and a stack on my plate
I stack and pray and I stay out the way
It's a good day today, I'ma pour me an eight
Grab the act out the refrigerate
Call up the plug, see what we gonna do today
Hundred round on me, don't speak or say hey
****, look in my way, you get shot in the face
Dab when when I jump out the Wraith
When you talk on the telephone, watch what you say
They have up a hundred and they closed the case
Got off the rode, I threw half a mill in my safe
Transactions on trap phone, so it ain't no trace
Done come out the house, you can't make it back safe
Walk in with a knot, you know I'm cashin' out
Used to tell them folks, put your shit on layaway
When it's the summer, the spring or the fall or the winter
My ****, they havin' pistols
You pushin' that rental, my **** pull up on you with them
Don't say nothin', Domingo gon' get 'em
After you get 'em, Domingo gon' split 'em
Can't let these **** fuck up my momentum
These bitches is snake, tryna feed me that venom
I trap out the bando, the boards come on the windows
I remember I can afford a fender bender
Now I'm fuckin' bitches and I'm Malcom in the Middle
I see you totin' that pistol, but you ain't gonna shoot it with 'em
What the fuck is you doin', ****, you might as well kill him
**** rappin' and stealin' the flow, but ****, I invented it
Lil' bitch want some boot and I ain't talkin' 'bout Timberland
These bitches gold diggers, ain't gon' give 'em none
Gold on my pinky, so you know she diggin' that
Plug in Arkansas, I call him a Razorback
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, ain't hearin' none of that
All them **** tick 'em up for a 60-pack
Chopper on 'em make a **** do jumpin' jacks
[Verse 7]
I'm slangin' tree like I'm the lumberjack
Front me a brick, I'm runnin', I'm not comin' back
My gas is the greatest, Muhammad Ali
Roll the backwood, it hit like a punchin' bag
Got that beam on my chopper, play laser tag
Cookin' up M&M, wait for the aftermath
My car is robotic, my wrist is robotic
Hit the Glock and I cock it, you take a nap
I'm a north side lil' ****, don't fuck with no ****
On your cheese, they put you in a mouse trap
I can't remember the last time we had a drought
Plug up in New York, them birds flyin' south
We fuck these bitches and then swap 'em out
Copper break all your bones, diagnose you with gout
Julio Jones, we runnin' paper routes
John Wick in the cut, deuce deuce in his crotch
Don't be a fool, you get wet like a pool
Got hot-ass Uzi, coolin', keep that shit cool
In a courtroom represented by jews
Hundred thousand, two hundred, workin' moves
When you got the pistol, you got to advantage 'em
Ready for war 'case a **** get manage
**** see Offset, they start to go panic
They know I'm no bullshit, I'm ready to damage
I'm screamin' out, "Fuck it", my cup is still muddy
Don't kick it with ****, don't play buddy buddy
Pussy-ass ****, you soft, Teletubby
Pullin' up on you lil' babies, like Huggies
Spanish bitch in the kitchen, mamacita
No panties on, she just got on a wife beater
They say that the Migos better than the Beatles
We leaders, we pour eight up in a liter
I came from the first, they call me the Grim Reaper
It's cheaper to leave her, I leave her to beaver
Dabbin' on them Louboutins like a zebra
Want to know anything 'bout the bando, I'll teach you
Written by: Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Marshall
