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 - 陳明韓磊
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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
DmDDmD#mCmGCCmAmDm
Bitch things, change, them stay the same
CmGCmEm
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
D#mD#A#Am
I put that work in to win, no problem
GmGGmCmAm
All money ain't good money, this I know
AAm
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
A
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
C#mD#mAm
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
AF#mDm
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
CF#mDm
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
GmDmGmA#m
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
DmA#AF
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
A#C
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
F
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
AmDm
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
GmC
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
F
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
AmAFGm
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
AFA
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
DmAmDGmDDmGGmDDmGmGGmDmA#CAmFAmAAmDm
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
DGmCGFFmFAmA
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
FGmG
is a first class ticket to a lesson
CAmFGDm
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
DGGmF#m
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
A#ADmDC
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
AmAAm
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
ADmFCm
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
FA#AmC
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
FmF
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
EC#mADAmDm
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
CAmC
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
AmFDmCmC
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
Bm
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
GGmA#mF
be funeral arrangements for your momma
AmGmAGmAAm
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
FDAmCmGmAmAG#DDmG#DmD#mG#A#D#mG#CmEmBCmG#CmG#CmFG#AmGmDmDDmGGm
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
GGmGAm
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
DmD
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
DmDDmDC#
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
GGmDmGm
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
DGmDm
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
A#
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
CAmF
I explain, so many different parts of pain
AmA
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
AmDmGm
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
C
The cash made some people start to change
GmFA
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
AmFGmG
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
AmFFm
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
DmG
You ain't really got the heart to bang
GmF#mDmADmAmCAmAAmDAmDmFmCFAmCFmFFmAmEGmADDmECAmCAAmF#mAmDmG#AF#FGGmDmA#mFAmGmAGmAAmFDGCmA#A#mDAF#mDmDAmCAmCAAmAEDmFmAFA#CFmFAmEADDmDCAmCAAmDmCmBmFmGGmF#A#mAGmAF#AAmFDAmGA#FGGmA#A#mFAmAAmAF#mAmFG#D
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 小調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 Am、Dm、A、Gm。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
金錢與環境的影響讓人性產生矛盾性轉變，卻仍保留內在本質。
主題
探討金錢、成長與人性的衝突，反思社會環境對個人的塑造與異化。
情緒
矛盾、掙扎、自省與強硬並存，帶有對過去的遺憾與對現狀的執著。
意象與手法
以「賓士車」、「路虎攬勝」象徵財富，「街頭金錢」、「污穢」隱喻過去的墮落，透過對比過去與現在的處境，凸顯人性在環境中的掙扎與變遷。
重點句解讀
1. 「Bitch things, change, them stay the same」
語帶諷刺地指出事物表面改變，實則本質未變，反映對社會現實的無奈與批判。
2. 「I put that work in to win, no problem」
強調透過努力改變命運的決心，卻也暗示成功背後的代價與掙扎。
3. 「The cash made some people start to change」
直指金錢對人性的腐蝕，部分人因財富而失去本真，凸顯物質與道德的衝突。
4. 「You ain't really got the heart to bang」
道出對過去暴力行為的反省，暗示成長後對衝突的厭倦與反思。
適合情境
面對人生轉折時的自我對話、反思社會現象、或激勵自己堅守本心的沉思時段。
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）。