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旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常,旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風),而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感,數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素,以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲,通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁,編曲豐滿;反之,不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
歌詞
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Make a hoe or take a bowl to the bridge of your nose
It's the kid from Cannon Bridge Road stepping on these veteran toes
Tell my brethren bring the boat cause I'm going for the gold
Move out the way, I'm David Beckham with the flow
Calicos and SKS's when I'm taking your possessions
Getting money on the mic and blessings
Dropping lessons and some essence to that blood profession
And he doing it right, that's without question
Cause I'm burning blunts or flexing 24's on Tampa hoes
Nothing less than shrimp scampi every day though
You can tap me cause I'm crapping on this track
I spit that funky shit, you can smell it in the back
Don't tongue attack cause my MAC will flip you on your back
And your paps and your mommy to your cousin to your homie
Pop go the toolie if you ever run up on me
I'm a gun pulling bullet fuck who you know
This **** is a duck that's about to get roast
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
It ain't nothing to scrap so throw your hands up, let's pump
If you run to your trunk bet you get bust like a bump
I get money in chunks cause I don't fuck with you chumps
It's like I flip sacks for the stacks, you slip slack then relax
I spit facts when I rhyme, you tell lies when you rap
My clique ride with them pounds to put Tampa on the map
We'll bust your head for the herb then flip that in the trap
We'll take them jewels you wear and get 'em melted down for cash
We always in the hood like engines, chrome wheel ride wherever
Bustle off with trees like Timblips, always strapped with heat
Getting cheese cause it's too many ways to eat
So we done shit to feed the babe like free lunch
Married to the game, no prenup
Come clean up your cane with this reefer
I can make you lay with the reefer
Bet you got that weight, we got a cheaper
Moving state to state, pushing ether
Fuck what you got to say, we gotta eat blood
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Down here **** squeeze, let the triggers blow
Down here we get coke fresh off the boat
Down here we burning trees on them 24's
Down here you get smoked, fuck who you know
Written by: Brian Bonnette

