Killas Theme
894
Hip-Hop/Rap
Killas Theme 由 Lloyd Banks 于 2006年7月12日 发行,作为专辑“Mo Money in the Bank, Pt. 4”的一部分。
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
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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。
BPM98
音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Lloyd Banks
声乐
Christopher Lloyd
声乐
作曲和作词
Lloyd Banks
作曲家
制作和工程
Lloyd Banks
制作人
Christopher Lloyd
制作人
歌词
We wanna kill you
We wanna kill you
Ay, the game is survival (Yeah)
You wouldn't know a real **** if he walked up and robbed you
They gon' have to revive you
If I slide through (Yeah)
I wouldn't be there if I was you (Woo!)
You smokin', they gon' bet on us (Uh-huh)
You damn near retarded a small yellow bus (Uh-huh)
I pull a Porsche out in the fall for the rush (Uh-huh)
Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs (Uh-huh)
We put up houses and haul on the trucks (Uh-huh)
But I move smooth, Ima ball 'till I'm dust, plus (Yeah)
You **** can't eat no more, or
Walk around in the street no more, we run the city, that's why my feet so sore
I got the whole hood hooked 'he so raw'
I pull up on your set, with bad intentions like a bullet in ya neck (Yeah)
Anybody can get it the code of respect (Yeah)
I drink away the pain, pop mo' on the jet (Yeah)
A bag of the goo wap the mode when I'm set (Yeah)
Just got a new calico and a tech
Fresh haircut powder all on my neck (Yeah)
Next stop stop at the mall in the vet (Yeah)
The green gang with me and they all hold sket (Yeah)
Nah we ain't gon' send your girl home yet (Yeah)
She a GB and we all want next (Yeah!)
Three hundred thousand we all no less (Yeah!)
Unless it's more, a European tour (Woo!)
Car cold handle on a European door
**** gettin' money but the Unit gettin more (Uh-huh)
Troopers on the roof, stashbox in the floor (****)
Green and white bows with the matching valour (****)
Air hold muffler attached to the 4 and a batch of the raw
You **** better move, man, when we come through the door
Movin' with the Uz' man, you'll be a body on the floor
We don't abide by the rules and we break any fuckin' law (What!)
You **** gon' lose, man (What else!) (Here we go)
Yeah
Yeah, yo, I'm on the flyin spurs shit, chinchilla that fur shit
40 cal watch me (I ain't lyin') merc shit
**** out in the hood so I'm out in Cancun
Labels eatin' off of garbage (Ha ha) like some damn raccoons
Clap all ya goons (Blat), I'm the devil in disguise
Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes (Bling)
G-Unit is the team we the hottest group out (You know that)
Got me in a Phantom, the hottest coupe out
Some live to the fullest, some never get ahead
O.G's doin' life, young boys in the feds
Tough times don't last, tough people do (What!)
Crack and rap money that's my revenue
And you wanna stick who? What the fuck is you thinkin'?
100 dollars from my ATM'll have you stinkin'
My chain blingin', VVS stones, it's all good
Southside, Bedstuy, catch me in the hood
Yeah!
Rotten Apple ****, comin this Summer
I don't give a fuck who you are
What label you on, when Banks drop, Blue Heffner, Gang Green, you better push back, ****!
Ya heard?!
You could be on Interscope, you could be on Def Jam, ****!
And if I get off parole
I'm off parole, if I get off this probation ya'll **** is in trouble, man
For real
Lloyd Banks, Blue Heffner, Rotten Apple, ****, the hottest shit out!
Mothafucker!
Mixtape is better than ya mothafuckin' album
Tired of these mothafuckin' ****, man
Yo Banks man
Fuckin' run New York, ****, you know what time it is
50 wattup, Buck wattup!
Written by: Lloyd Banks


