De: Patricia González y Gemma Muñoz. ANNEXE. Definition and caracteristics The history The singers and bands Lyrics.
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Hip hop is a musical genre which developed alongside hip hop culture, defined by key stylistic elements such as rapping, DJing, sampling, scratching and beatboxing. Hip hop began in the Bronx in New York City in the 1970s, primarily among African Americans, Jamaican Americans and Latino Americans. The term rap is often used synonymously with hip hop, but hip hop denotes the practices of an entire subculture.
Rapping, also referred to as MCing or emceeing, is a vocal style in which the artist speaks lyrically, in rhyme and verse, generally to an instrumental or synthesized beat. Beats, almost always in 4/4 time signature, can be created by looping portions of other songs, usually by a DJ, or sampled from portions of other songs by a producer. Modern beats incorporate synthesizers, drum machines, and live bands. Rappers may write, memorize, or improvise their lyrics and perform their works a cappella or to a beat.
1. Definition and caracteristics
The hip-hop music emerged in the late 1960s, when street festivals or block parties became common in New York City, especially in the Bronx, due to poor access for people who were clubs and clubs that were in affluent areas of the Big Apple, including The Loft and Studio 54. The street parties were accompanied by funk and soul until the first DJ's began to isolate the percussion and extended, as the song became more danceable. This technique was common in Jamaica (in dub music), which led to the Jamaican immigrant community participate in these events. This adaptation of beats later, he was accompanied by another fresh new technique called rapping (singing technique based on rhythm and improvisation).
Lets Do it (x3) and live it up igotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night that tonight's gonna be a good night that tonight's gonna be a good good night (x2) Tonight's the night let's live it up I got my money Lets spend it up Go out and smash it Like Oh My God Jump off that sofa Lets get get OFF Fill up my cup (Drink) Mozolotov (Lahyme) Look at her dancing (Move it Move it) Just take it off Lets paint the town We'll shut it down Lets burn the roof and then we'll do it again lets do it (x3) let's live it up Here we come here we go we gotta rock Easy come easy go now we on
top Feel the shot body rock Rock it dont stop Round and round up and down around the clock Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday Friday, Saturday Saturday to Sunday get getgetgetget with us you know what we say Party every day pa papa Party every day and Imfeelin that tonight's gonna be a good night that tonight's gonna be a good night that tonight's gonna be a good good night igotta feeling tonight's gonna be a good night that tonight's gonna be a good night that tonight's gonna be a good good night
"The Jump Off"[Intro: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)Goons in the club in case somethin jumps offAnd back up before the hive let the pump offIn the graveyard is where you get dumped offAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)Black Barbie dressed in BvlgariI'm trying to leave in somebody's FerrariSpread love that's what a real ma doKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)Or out come the beastWe the best still there's room for improvementOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movementSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]This is for my peeps, with the Bentley's, the Hummers, the BenzEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)Jumping out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it realAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwideAll my players in the hood stay flyAnd if your balling let me hear you say ride (ride
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)Special delivery for you and yours (Now)I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)If you rep for your hood then make some noiseI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coatDon't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?Uh! Let me show you what I'm all aboutHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....HO!!!!Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)Bet it all player fuck the priceMoney ain't a thing throw it out like riceBeen around the world cop the same thing twiceRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oh!)Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girlButtnaked dressed in nothing but pearlsYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freakyAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexyGot a man in Japan and a dude in TahitiBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)Now everybody come get with the lingoShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)I'm the one that put the "Range" in the "Rover"When I'm steppin out the "Range" yo it's overComing through in the Brooklyn Mint gearWe 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here[Chorus][Outro: Mr. Cheeks]Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwideAnd stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LBTwo thousand and, fucking three, why not? we making it hotShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeahB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...