旋律性
歌曲的曲调是否清晰易记,是否遵循了明确的音乐模式。旋律性强的歌曲一般具有清晰、令人难忘的器乐或声线。
不插电
衡量一首歌曲对不插电乐器(例如钢琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、萨克斯)而非电子或数字合成的依赖程度
Valence
通过歌曲的和声和节奏成分,传达的音乐积极性或情感基调。高情感值与幸福、兴奋和愉悦的感觉相对应,而低情感值则与悲伤、愤怒或忧郁有关。
舞蹈性
综合各种因素,包括节奏的稳定性、节奏模式和节拍重点,来确定一首歌曲是否适合跳舞。一首“适合跳舞”的歌曲可能具有稳定的节奏、重复的音乐结构和强烈的重拍。
能量
曲目的感知强度,可能受节奏、动态和音乐紧凑程度的影响。一首高能量的歌曲可能节奏欢快、乐器编配丰富,而一首低能量的歌曲则可能音乐编配简洁、节奏较慢。
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歌词
This one goes out to my **** Mike Cooley, hell yeah
Mama raised a hellraiser
Born thuggin'
Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin' fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the older G's
Soakin up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes
Taught lessons, a young **** askin' questions
While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing
I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass laughin
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a ****'s clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger
Cause some **** tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraiser, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death, I'mma spark til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a ****'s gettin richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin
Mama raised a hellraiser, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down ****
I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies rushin' into early graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
Crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see **** burn
Every **** that I know's on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherfucker doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
If my **** knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
'Bout to break my **** out the fuckin' pen'
Mama raised a hellraiser, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, mama raised a hellraiser
Uh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major
(Lord be my savior, unnh)
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young **** tryin to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a **** crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aww shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high till they bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha
Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end
It's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots
Every **** on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a **** be strapped, fucked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, Thug ****
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die
Written by: Mustafa Aktas


