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。
BPM72
積分
演出藝人
Fukkit
演唱
Y$57
演唱
Towa
演出者
詞曲
Alexander Pires
作詞
Santiago Vargas
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Towa
製作人
歌詞
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
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Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Bitch it's pray for peace
Flow is sick, might need prescription
I like watching bodies fall
Think I have a strange addiction
Who the fuck gon' fuck with me?
Y'all ain't fitting that description
Treat these rappers like my sons
I just make 'em sit and listen
Treat these bitches like my bitches
I just make 'em clean the kitchen
P for P, I might DDT
They head into submission
I don't know what the fuck you thought
I'm in it for the riches
Fuck the fame, all that shit is lame
Tha-Tha-That is not my business
I'm a stupid motherfucka'
Bodies in the trunka'
My vehicle, it's unbelievable
I'm like no other
It's the Gamble Rap General-General
Y'all should take some cover
Bombs, they gon' hit the floor
Turn your home to rubble
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Fuck this life I want it easy
Everybody's fucking greedy
I make bangers so they need me
Everybody wanna get a handout needy
I need a genie
Um
Cuz this life getting hard, I don't know how to cope
Ain't no money I'm broke, I'm pleading
And I'm sitting with only 2 bucks in my pocket
Bitch I am not eating
Working all day, I don't sleep
Shopping so little bitch I am so cheap
Never eat out in the street
Only got so many sheets
Bitch give me something to eat
I'm so fucking broke
I can't buy me a fucking snack or treat
Money always low
And I'm still standing ten toes on my feet
Got a ski mask in a black van
Don't give a fuck 'bout yo shit but my own bag
Bitch I'm feeling hungry with a big mac
Pray for peace, you a pussy, all big cat
Don't fuck with us, I don't trust, on a buck
Money tuck on us, I get much with a luck
Got a gun, imma bust, if you test on us
Imma put these motherfuckers inna grave, no rush
Lil bitch
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make your head knock
Thi-
Thi-This the type of shit that get your head popped
This the-
Thi-Thi-This the type of shit that make the lead drop
Pi-Pistol blow, bullets fly, hit you, now you dead, stop
Written by: Alexander Pires, Santiago Vargas

