Bitch things, change, them stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
[Spider Loc]
All money ain't good money, this I know
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
is a first class ticket to a lesson
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
be funeral arrangements for your momma
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
[Chorus]
[Spider Loc]
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
I explain, so many different parts of pain
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
The cash made some people start to change
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
You ain't really got the heart to bang
You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
[Chorus]
Things Change - 虎二
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[00:10.35]Bitch things, change, them stay the same
[00:20.64]Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
[00:24.33]I put that work in to win, no problem
[00:26.40][Spider Loc]
[00:26.88]All money ain't good money, this I know
[00:29.58]But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
[00:32.31]And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
[00:34.92]And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
[00:37.71]Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
[00:40.41]Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
[00:43.14]On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
[00:45.90]Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
[00:48.69]I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
[00:51.12]Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
[00:54.00]It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
[00:56.64]On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
[00:59.31]Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
[01:02.22]Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
[01:04.80]I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
[01:07.65]But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
[01:10.23][Chorus]
[01:24.33][Lloyd Banks]
[01:27.45]Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
[01:34.95]is a first class ticket to a lesson
[01:37.17]I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
[01:40.56]That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
[01:42.99]{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
[01:45.81]Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
[01:48.48]Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
[01:51.18]But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
[01:54.72]Either that or rob you on your boulevard
[01:56.73]Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
[02:00.00]I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
[02:02.13]HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
[02:05.79]Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
[02:07.71]be funeral arrangements for your momma
[02:09.93]I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
[02:13.05]Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
[02:15.45][Chorus]
[02:23.61][Spider Loc]
[02:37.98]What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
[02:40.44]You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
[02:43.56]Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
[02:46.47]Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
[02:49.02]That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
[02:51.54]There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
[02:54.42]Or tell the tale that my heart contains
[02:56.64]I explain, so many different parts of pain
[02:59.40]I'm clean, but still some marks remain
[03:01.83]From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
[03:04.89]The cash made some people start to change
[03:07.53]I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
[03:10.20]Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
[03:13.11]And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
[03:15.63]You ain't really got the heart to bang
[03:17.76]You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
[03:26.85][Chorus]
移調 原調
GmD#D#mG#D#A#GmA#F
Bitch things, change, them stay the same
AmFD#
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
GmD#D#m
All money ain't good money, this I know
D#D#mCmA#m
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
A#FA#
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
FA#FDmFDm
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
FA#FDmF#
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
D#mF#CmF#
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
D#mFA#mF
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
F#A#
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
GmA#A#m
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
FDmFDmF
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
D#m
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
F#D#D#m
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
FA#mF
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
A#mD#Gm
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
DmD#
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
FGmA#GmDmD#D#mD#D#mFFmFCmD#CmD#FA#FDm
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
GmD#DmFDmFA#D#
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
A#FmG#D#
is a first class ticket to a lesson
FGmD#FA#m
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
FDm
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
GmA#mCEmD#
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
A#D#m
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
CmD#A#mD#m
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
GmA#GmD#
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
DmF
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
CDmGm
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
D#
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
FG
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
CmFA#mA#
be funeral arrangements for your momma
GmA#FAm
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
DmFD#mG#D#D#mFA#FA#mFD#mGmDmD#FA#GmDmGmD#
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
D#mF
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
FmFCm
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
D#F
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
Dm
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
GmD#
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
F
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
CmFA#
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
FmG#D#FD#
I explain, so many different parts of pain
F
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
A#mFDm
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
D#EmD#
The cash made some people start to change
GmD#mCmG#
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
D#GmD#A#
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
Gm
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
FA#A#m
You ain't really got the heart to bang
FDmFA#mGmD#A#FA#GmD#A#FmDGmFDmGmD#A#FAmFDmDD#EmD#D#mA#FA#FD#GmD#D#mD#D#m
You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
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曲解析
《Things Change》調性為 A# 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 F、D#、A#、Gm。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
成長過程中的現實掙扎與自我覺醒，揭示金錢與人性變遷的矛盾。
主題
個人從底層奮鬥到成功後的反思，探討金錢對人性的影響、社會現實的殘酷，以及內在信念的堅持。
情緒
掙扎中帶有堅定，反思中蘊含憤怒與無奈，最終展現對自我價值的執著。
意象與手法
1. 「Bitch things, change, them stay the same」：以矛盾句式強調社會結構的僵化與個人努力的無效性。
2. 「Cash made some people start to change」：將金錢擬人化，暗示其對人性的腐蝕作用。
3. 「Scarred since my nigga gone」：以傷痕象徵失去同伴的創痛，凸顯黑人社區的集體記憶。
重點句解讀
1. 「All money ain't good money, this I know」
原文短句揭示對金錢的批判性思考，暗示某些財富來源的污名化，反映主角對道德邊界的掙扎。
2. 「I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone」
「scarred」雙關傷痕與警覺，表達因友人離世而加深的生存警戒，凸顯黑人社區的生存壓力。
3. 「You ain't really got the heart to bang」
「bang」指暴力衝突，此句批判缺乏真正信念的鬥爭，隱喻主角對無意義衝突的厭倦。
4. 「Practice makes perfect with the art of aim」
將「hustle」升華為藝術，強調策略性努力的重要性，反映主角從盲目掙扎到理性規劃的轉變。
適合情境
個人面對社會現實時的自我反思、追求目標卻遭道德拷問的掙扎時刻、或對「成功」定義產生質疑的沉思場景。
魔鏡站長解析
站長私房短評：打動人的地方、適合什麼時刻聽（產生後永久保存）。
歌曲冷知識
AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。