Hard Knocks
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힙합/랩
Hard Knocks은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2024년 12월 13일일에 Death Row/Aftermath/Interscope Records에서 발매되었습니다.Missionary
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.
BPM88
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Snoop Dogg
보컬
K.A.A.N.
추가 보컬
Cocoa Sarai
추가 보컬
David "Preach" Balfour
건반
Sly Pyper
추가 보컬
Erik "Blu2th" Griggs
건반
Kion Williams
드럼
Dem Jointz
드럼
Chris Lowery
트럼펫
Chris Johnson
트롬본
Jerry “Jay Flat” Williams
색소폰
Farid Karam Nassar
건반
작곡 및 작사
Kion Williams
작곡가
Bernard Edwards Jr.
작곡가
Calvin Broadus
작곡가
Andre Young
작곡가
B. Baraj
작곡가
Brandon Perry
작곡가
Carlos Mellino
작곡가
Jesse "Corparal" Wilson
작곡가
Khalif Muhammad
작곡가
Ricardo Lew
작곡가
Roger Waters
작곡가
Tia Myrie
작곡가
Tiwan Raybon
작곡가
Varick Smith
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Dr. Dre
프로듀서
Jesse "Corparal" Wilson
프로듀서
Self B Tru
프로듀서
Focus
프로듀서
Jeffery “Champ” Massey
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어
Victor "Vic" Luevanos
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어
Quentin Gilkey
녹음 엔지니어
Paris Nicole Arditti
녹음 엔지니어
Mo Cozey
녹음 엔지니어
Bernard Edwards Jr.
믹싱 엔지니어
Brian Gardner
마스터링 엔지니어
Farid Karam Nassar
녹음 엔지니어
가사
[Intro]
Aye cuh, this shit on?
[Intro]
My life the fucking business
In here collecting digits
This shit could get explicit
Got a sweet tooth for these bitches
Yeah, burning through these mill tickets
Shit could get wicked (Mic check)
[Intro]
Lights, camera, action
Slow burn, no crashing
Now that's a lot of ashes
The fucking main attraction
[Verse 1]
Let's get this shit in order, I am the top of the totem
Time to reload 'em, we blowing the smoke out yo' modem
I'm getting closer, yeah, I know you smelling that aroma
House-hold name on every motherfucking corner
Ring-ding-ding, she fuck me right, then I'm a goner
Ting-ting-ding, we toasting to this marijuana
Now how many licks does it take
Just to get to the center of a cupcake, no time to pump fake
[Chorus]
Come on, school of hard knocks, took the long way
Huh, sick of crooked cops in them pissy hallways
Huh, made it out the hood, now it's broadway
Y'all motherfuckas better leave them kids alone
[Verse 2]
These **** can't afford to go to war on a budget
Say my name in the wrong sentence and I'ma pull up and touch 'em
Repercussion in this bitch, it sound just like a percussion
Have you deep cover, cold case, under the rubbish
Murder was the fucking case, that's the killa Cali way
Ricky in the alleyway, just another Saturday
Drinking Gin & Juice while these bitches was sipping Alize
It's just a matinee, watch me blow a bag a day
[Chorus]
Come on, school of hard knocks, took the long way
Huh, sick of crooked cops in them pissy hallways
Huh, made it out the hood, now it's broadway
Y'all motherfuckas better leave them kids alone
[Bridge]
I started out with nothing
And took this gangsta shit worldwide
You know a **** always into something
I couldn't even help it if I tried
[Verse 3]
Now, this is fair warning ****, final notice
Back outside and moving on this locomotive
Hot as fuck, but still, keeping a cold shoulder
You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover
Game over, over, over
[Verse 4]
Guns on the bed, yeah, aye
Phone on do not disturb
Two Chevys in my grandma driveway, no this not the burbs
Prescriptions in the medicine cabinet, I got wok reserved
Guns on the bed, the chopper mine, the pocket rocket hers
You actin' nervous around killers, you got a lot of nerve
She wanna slot, I'm at the top, you know that top reserved
You shedding blood that's Murder Inc, yo name get hot as Irv
My shooters quiet on the set, you won't hear not a word (Hush)
Used to give it my all, fuck a minimum wage
Tryna make me a slave, that's how villains are made
Had me feeling someway, stuck in my feelings some day
Windows get tinted Sunday, pillage the village Monday
Just another day at work, feeling like I'm on the verge
Get the urge to wanna purge, shit get deep — spoken word
Met this bitch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she fuck with Sherm
Smokey in the pigeon coop, look like she ducking Worm
Baby daddy on her back, every time I bust a turn
Bitch keep lookin right to left, that shit not my concern
On Long Beach Blvd until I get to 23rd
Put us in a jungle, we leaving out that bitch in furs
I'm talking his and hers, DA tryna switch his words
Murder was the case, but you know what the witness heard — nothing
**** bumped his head, must've hit a nerve
Scratches on the statement like the Forgiatos hit a curb
I see you for what you is with my vision blurred
Don't make a **** sign off on this hit without a signature
You know this shit could get ugly as Forest Whitaker
Make ya bone chill and you feel it all in ya fibula
I be home getting my dick sucked with the semi tucked
Frequently knee deep in some pussy and still don't give a fuck
[Refrain]
Guns with dots, big fish tryna connect something
Parking lot pimping, tryna collect something
Too rich to make poor decisions
Too many died for attention
They prey on you, no religion
Don't let 'em play with you, might have to kill something
**** a change on you, pop, career done
And then them chains on you, locked in prison
[Outro]
A **** out here moving right
The shit you bitches do for likes
Written by: Andre Young, B. Baraj, B. Edwards Jr, B. Perry, Brandon Michael Perry, C. Mellino, Calvin Broadus, Carlos Joaquin Mellino, J. Wilson, K. Muhammad, K. Williams, R. Lew, Roger Waters, T. Raybon, Tia Myrie, Tiwan J. Raybon, V Smith, Varick D Smith

