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底 z(ていず)は、2007年10月31日にニコニコ動画で行われた、B z楽曲と「THE IDOLM@STER」のダンスシーンを用いたMAD動画投稿企画。また、その企画関連の動画に付けられたタグ名。「底 z祭り」とも呼ばれる。 2ちゃんねる内のYouTube板にある「底辺Pの集い」というスレッドを発祥とした企画であり、当日は多数のMAD動画が投稿された。 外部リンク The iDOL M@STER ニコニコ動画まとめWiki - 底辺スレ発 底 z祭り 名前 コメント
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「B z Special LIVE」は、2013年11月30日にEX THEATER ROPPONGIにて開催されたB zのライブである。 ベストアルバム『B z The Best XXV 1988-1998』『B z The Best XXV 1999-2012』ダブル購入応募特典として行われたライブで、テレビ朝日の協賛。また「EX THEATER ROPPONGI」のこけら落とし公演ともなった。 このライブで歌われた楽曲のうち「黒い青春」「野性のENERGY」「今夜月の見える丘に」「ONE ON ONE」「闇の雨」「SKIN」「イチブトゼンブ」「ながい愛」「BANZAI」の9曲が、51stシングル「有頂天」（初回限定盤）のDVDに収録された。 メンバー 松本孝弘：ギター 稲葉浩志：ボーカル サポートメンバー 増田隆宣：キーボード シェーン・ガラース：ドラム バリー・スパークス：ベース 大賀好修：ギター 演奏曲 黒い青春「B z LIVE-GYM 2008 ACTION 」以来5年ぶりの演奏となった。 F・E・A・R 野性のENERGY「B z LIVE-GYM 2003 BIG MACHINE 」以来10年ぶりの演奏となった。 STAY GREEN 〜未熟な旅はとまらない〜 今夜月の見える丘に ONE ON ONE「B z LIVE-GYM 2008 ACTION 」以来5年ぶりの演奏となった。 闇の雨「B z LIVE-GYM 94 THE 9TH BLUES -Part1- 」以来19年ぶりの演奏となった。 SKIN イチブトゼンブ ultra soul Crazy NightsLOUDNESSのカバー曲。なおライブが行われた11月30日はLOUDNESSのドラマー・樋口宗孝の命日である。 ながい愛 パーフェクトライフ OH! GIRL Q&A 君を気にしない日など同年のライブツアー「B z LIVE-GYM Pleasure 2013 -ENDLESS SUMMER-」の客出し曲で、ライブ初披露となった。 衝動 BANZAIこの楽曲からアンコール IT S SHOWTIME!!
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ノンサプライズな敵キャラ 川´_ゝ｀)「敵の女キャラを俺の嫁とする。何、気にすることは無い」 ノンサプライズな敵キャラデスティニー デスティニー [部分編集]
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Izzo Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing... Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world The flow o the century...oh it s timeless...HOVE! Thanks for comin out tonight You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you re here with me I appreciate that...uuunnnh... H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbin em in the home of the Terrapins Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short wit cheese I would work wit them Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them Wasn t born hustlers I was burpin em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy Can t leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain t easy Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me Therefore he doesn t exist So poof...vamoose son of a bitch [CHORUS] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That s the anthem get cha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty ya ll got-ta feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That s the anthem get cha damn hands UP! Holla at me... I do this for my culture To let em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a roaster Show em how to move in a room full o vultures Industry shady it need to be taken over Label owners hate me I m raisin the status quo up I m overchargin niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo bucks Yeah... Hove is back, life stories told through rap Niggaz actin like I sold you crack Like I told you sell drugs...no... Hove did that so hopefully you won t have to go through that I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats Smokers out back, sellin they mama s sofa Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, watchin the long arm o the law So you know I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend s weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay Takeover R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris Neef, we runnin this rap shit The takeover, the break s over nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil soldier you ain t ready for war R.O.C. too strong for y all It s like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage Beatch - your reach ain t long enough, dunny Your peeps ain t strong enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggaz ll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer Don t let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it So you won t confuse it with just rap music R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that s it Freeway, we runnin this rap shit O Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris Neef, we runnin this rap shit {*"Watch out!! We run New York" - KRS-One*} I don t care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little FUCK, I ve got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor Well - we don t believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes Nobody can read you dudes like we do Don t let em gas you like Jigga is ass and won t clap you Trust me on this one - I ll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They ll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you re not on my level get your brakes tweaked I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week You guys don t want it with Hov Ask Nas, he don t want it with Hov , nooooo! R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that s it O Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit Chris Neef, we runnin this rap shit {*"Watch out!! We run New York" - KRS-One*} I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME! But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME! Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco s trash Had a spark when you started but now you re just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all to your bodyguard s "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song but I know - the sun don t shine, then son don t shine That s why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end There s only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga; you ain t live it you witnessed it from your folks pad You scribbled in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor (Me, that s who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain t get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten I ve been in it five - smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide That s one every let s say two, two of them shits was due One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic" That s a one hot album every ten year average And that s so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? (Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon learn to respect the king Don t be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you know who (who) did you know what (what) with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that s it Freeway, we run this rap shit O Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris Neef, we runnin this rap shit {*"Watch out!! We run New York" - KRS-One*} A wise man told me don t argue with fools Cause people from a distance can t tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga I m grown Please leave it alone - don t throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don t know why your advisors ain t forewarn you Please, not Jay, he s, not for play I don t slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks I will end it, all that yappin be finished You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep Don t make me expose you to them folks that don t know you Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els Twinkletoes you breakin my heart You can t fuck with me - go play somewhere, I m busy And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga You only get half a bar - fuck y all niggaz Girls, Girls, Girls (Jay-Z) Girls I love you.. I love all y all Hehehe, hehehe, f real (Biz) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore (Jay) You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah (Jay-Z) I got this Spanish chica, she don t like me to roam So she call me cabron plus maricon Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home I m like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo I got this black chick, she don t know how to act Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don t care if you rap You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to french kiss She thinks she s Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist My, cherie amor, tu es belle Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell I got this indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather She said all you need to know is I m not a ho And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough Now that s Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black That s fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I m gettin fat Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate I love (Tip) Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh) Girls, I do adore (Jay) You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour (Tip) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe (Jay) I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on two-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let s roll - c mon (Jay-Z) I got this young chick, she so immature She like, "Why you don t buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla Got a project chick, that plays her part And if it goes down y all that s my heart Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don t cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma she s always on the scene God damn she s fine but she parties all the time I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she s thick She gives me extra pillows and seat back love So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club Now that s young chick, stewardess, project and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae-bo That means I m new school, pop pills and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first class seat I love (Rick) Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore (Jay) You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour (Rick) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe (Jay) I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on two-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let s roll (Jay-Z) I got this paranoid chick, she s scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out Got a chick from Peru, that sniff fufu She got a cousin at customs that get shit through Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I m like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami s a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I got so many girls across the globe.. (Biz) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore (Jay) Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour (Tip) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe (Jay) I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on two-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let s roll (Rick) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore (Jay) You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour Jigga What, Jigga Who [Jay-Z] Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah Roc-a-Fella y all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch Nigga what, nigga who? Switcha flow, getcha dough Can t fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha flow, getcha dough Can t fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe [Jay-Z] -- first four lines overlap the section above Can t fuck with me They ain t ready yet Uh-huh uh-huh Yeah, yeah Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous shots with the fo -fo Faggots runnin to the Po-Po s, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a nigga do a full flip See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you But see me I wanna Fuck for Free like Akinyele Take this ride til you feel it inside ya belly If it s tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you re too much for me Chorus Jay-Z (with Amil-lion) (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z repeat 3X* (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z [Jay-Z] Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowin on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like I Big Pimpin [Jay-Z] Uhh, uh uh uh It s big pimpin baby.. It s big pimpin, spendin cheese Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don t fuckin need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good But I don t fuckin feed em First time they fuss I m breezin Talkin bout, "What s the reasons?" I m a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe em In the cut where I keep em til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts Then it s, beep beep and I m pickin em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I ma break bread so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I ll be forever mackin Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin.. Hoe get yo ass in And let s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah Chorus One Jay-Z We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese Check em out now Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D. s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D. s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Bun B] Nigga it s the - big Southern rap impresario Comin straight up out the black bar-rio Makes a mill up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh Oops, my bad, that s my scenario No I can t fuck a scary hoe Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!" Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo heat than a little bit We don t pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won t be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo vocab Don t be surprised if yo hoe stab out with me and you see us comin down on yo slab Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can t take it But nigga if you hatin I then you wait while I get yo bitch butt-naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on Now get yo ass to the back as I m flyin to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro s on Pump it up in the pro-zone That s the track that we breakin these hoes on Ain t the track that we flow s on But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man Fo real it don t get no bigger man Don t trip, let s flip, gettin throwed on the flip Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool Chorus Two Bun B We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D. s We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T. It s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D. s Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T. It s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga [Pimp C] Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can t fuck witch all If I wasn t rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me Uhhh, now what y all know bout them Texas boys Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise Heart Of The City (Ain t No Love) [Jay-Z] Uh, uhh, listen First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with Hov Whassup y all niggaz all fed up cause I got a little cheddar and my records movin out the sto ? Young fucks spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly "Mo Money, Mo Problems" - gotta move carefully Cause faggots hate when you gettin money like athletes Yung uns ice-grillin me, ohh - you not feelin me? Fine; it cost you nothin - pay me no mind Look, I m on my grind cousin, ain t got time for frontin Sensitive thugs, y all all need hugs Damn though mans I m just tryin do me If the record s two mill I m just tryin move three Get a couple of chicks, get em to try to do E Hopefully they ll menage before I reach my garage I don t want much, fuck I drove every car Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers Bird-ass niggaz I don t mean to ruffle y all I know you waitin in the wing but I m doin my thing Where s the love? "Ain t no love, in the heart of the city.." I said where s the love? "Ain t no love, in the heart of town.." Yeah.. And then the Fugees gon break up, now everyday I wake up Somebody got somethin to say What s all the fuckin fussin for? Because I m grubbin more and I pack heat like I m the oven door? Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball Now I don t wanna have to kill sound bar Don t wanna have to cock back the four pound bar Look scrapper I got nephews to look after I m not lookin at you dudes, I m lookin past ya I thought I told you characters I m not a rapper Can I live? I told you in ninety-six that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz I scramble like Randall with his Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin is numbers fam Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where s the love? "Ain t no love, in the heart of the city.." Niggaz, where s the love? "Ain t no love, in the heart of town.." Holla at me!! "Ain t no love" (take em to church) "in the heart of the city.." Uh, uh, uh - my nigga where s the love? "Ain t no love, in the heart of town.." Fuck Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up Then I wake up to more bullshit You knew me before records, you never disrespected me Now that I m successful you ll pull this shit Nigga I ll step on your porch, step to your boss Let s end the speculation, I m talkin to alla y all Males shouldn t be jealous that s a female trait Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight? Y all don t know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie? Nigga respect the game, that should be it What you eat don t make me shit - where s the love? Where s the love? "Ain t no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain t no love, in the heart of town.." Can I Get A... What? Well fuck you... bitch Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! Verse One Jay-Z Can I hit in the MORNING without givin you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn t get you finer things like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn t see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn t DROPPIN? If I wasn t ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga would you come around me or would you clown me? If I couldn t flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya see yourself with a nigga workin harder than 9 to 5 contend with six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn t see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. [Jay-Z] Can I get a FUCK YOU to these bitches from all of my niggaz who don t love hoes, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these niggaz from all of my bitches who don t got love for niggaz without dubs? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uhh, yo bounce wit me [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, uh-uh uh uh Verse Two Amil You ain t gotta be rich but FUCK THAT How we gonna get around your BUS PASS Fo I put this pussy on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me so horny Not the fussin and the frontin If you got nuttin , baby boy, you betta Get up, get out and get somethin, shit! I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and vodka Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My coochie remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience nigga, I m high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain t rollin, bypass If you ain t holdin, I dash yo [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah Verse Three Ja (Rule) It ain t even a question how my dough flows, I m good to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y all niggaz don t know, it s eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo sho Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be dickin they, back out, go head, let it out I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred Makin em feel, slutted even if they don t want it It s been SO LONG since I met a chick ain t on my tips but then I m DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my bitches VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz I m talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wit me Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me Geyeah Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) Take the bassline out, uh huh Jigga uh huh uh huh uh huh It s the Hard Knock Life for us It s the Hard Knock Life for us Stead of treated, we get tricked Stead of kisses, we get kicked It s the Hard Knock Life From standin on the corners, boppin To drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen To droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke glock, fleein the murder scene, you know me well From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell But since when ya ll niggas know me to fail? Fuck naw Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots And if you with me, mama rub on ya tits, and what not I m from the school of the hard knocks, we must not Let outsiders violate our blocks and my plot Let s stick up the world and split it 50-50, uh huh Let s take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh huh Let s sip the Cris and get pissy pissy Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! You know its hell when I come through The life and times of Shawn Carter, nigga, Volume 2 - Ya ll niggas get ready It s the Hard Knock Life for us It s the Hard Knock Life for us Stead of treated, we get tricked Stead of kisses, we get kicked It s the Hard Knock Life I flow for those droed out All my niggas locked down in the 10 by 4 controllin the house We live in hard knocks we don t take over we bomb blocks Burn em down and you can have em back daddy, I d rather that I flow for chicks wishin they ain t have to strip to pay tuition I see you vision mama I put my money on the long shots, all my ballers that s born to clock Now I ma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot, sleepin on futons and cots, To king size, green machines, to green 5 s I ve seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life s ills Then I put it down tight real I m tight grill with the phony rappers, you might feel we homeys I m like still you don t know me, shit I m tight real when my situation ain t improvin I m tryin to murder everythin movin , Feel Me It s the Hard Knock Life for us It s the Hard Knock Life for us Stead of treated, we get tricked Stead of kisses, we get kicked It s the Hard Knock Life for us It s the Hard Knock Life for us Stead of treated, we get tricked Stead of kisses, we get kicked It s the Hard Knock Life I don t know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes Got a lot of beef so logically I prey on my foes Hustlin still inside of me and as far as progress You be hard-pressed to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and ya all lamed out Didn t really appreciate it til the second one came out So I stretched the game out, X ed your name out Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya nigga It s the Hard Knock Life for us It s the Hard Knock Life for us Stead of treated, we get tricked Stead of kisses, we get kicked It s the Hard Knock Life for us It s the Hard Knock Life for us Stead of treated, we get tricked Stead of kisses, we get kicked It s the Hard Knock Life It s the Hard Knock Life It s the Hard Knock Life Ain t No Nigga I keep you fresher than the next bitch, no need For you to ever sweat the next bitch, with speed I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed You gotta know ya thoroughly respected, by me You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drivin Got ya own 96 somethin ... new ride and Keep ya ass tied up in Versace, that s why You gotta watch ya friends, you got to watch me, they connivin Shit, first chance to crack for bank, they ll try me All they get is 50 cent franks, and papayas From the village, to the telly Time to kill it, on ya belly No question, have more black chicks between my sheets than Essence They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot Meet ya death in less than eight seconds Still poundin in my after life, laughin My shit is tight, who you askin , right Ain t no nigga like the one I got No one can fuck you better Sleeps around but he gives me alot Keeps you in diamonds and leathers Friends ll tell me I should leave you alone (Haha..haha..haha..haha) Tell them freaks to find a man of they own (Man of they own, man of they own) Yeah, yeah Fresh to def in Moschino Coach bag lookin half black and Filipino, fakin no jacks Got you a beeper to feel important Surrounded ya feet in Joan Davis and Charles Jourdan I keep ya dove, but love You know these hoes be, making me weak Ya ll know how it goes, B, and so I creep I been sinnin since you been playin with Barbie and Ken, and You can t change a players game in the ninth inning The chrome rims spinning keeps em grinning So I run way the fuck up in em and wrinkle they face like linen I play hard un-til they say "God, he s keepin it real, Jigga stay hard" Naw, don t even trip, I never slip Nigga, get a grip, what you don t see is what you get Weapons concealed, what the fuck ya ll feel When ya niggas play sick we can all get ill (What the deal?) Right, right, yo Ain t no stoppin this no lie Promise to stay monogamous, I try But love you know these hoes be, makin me weak Ya ll know how it goes, B, so I stay deep [Foxy Brown] What up boo Just keep me laced in the illest snakes Bankrolls and shit, back rubs in the french tub Mackin this bitch, wifey nigga So when you flip that coke member the days you was dead broke But now you stylin , I raised you Basically made you, into a don, flippin weight, heroin and shit You know the pussy is all that That s why I get baguettes, five carats and all that From Dolce Gabbana, to H. Bendel I m ringin bells, so who the playa I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor-made, so we can lay up in the shade Reminiscin on how I fuck the best and shit Specially when I m sippin Baileys Don t give a fuck bout how you move with them other mamis I push the Z, eatin shrimp scampi With rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who ya wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters Before this rap shit when you was in leathers and bullshit Berettas And E classes with Mo in the glasses Shows in Cali with all the flavors suede Bally s Now all your mens is up in ya Benzes High post, I swear you be killing me Playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks Cause you proved who was your wiz When you was spinnin that bitch I tripped a little, when you was up north Ya commissary stay pilin How you livin large on a island All them collects had me vexed, but when you come home Knew I was comin off with half of them checks Now we on da rise, your diamond mami with the slanted eyes Holdin this grip, cocked the ?encleeque? and shit Fucks no, I see half of the dough (whoa, whoa) Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars Uh, what nigga, Foxy Brown, (uh, uh, uh, Jay-Z ya ll) Jay-Z niggas Cocked the ?encleeque? and shit (That s right, whoa, whoa) (Jay-Z, what, Fox Brown, Roc-A-Fella ya ll) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Can t Knock The Hustle/Family Affair I m makin sure it turns gold, when the weather folds, Just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold, Chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy, Hi-stakes, I got more at stake than philly, Shopping sprees, coppin 3, deuce fever I.S n, Fully loaded, aahh yes, Bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like budah, 50 g s to the crap shooter, niggas cant fade me, Chrome stocks beamin, through my peripheral, I see you schemin, stop dreamin, I ll leave ya body steamin, Niggas is fiendin, whats the meanin?, I m leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine n, My cup s runneth, over with hundreds, I m one of the best niggas that done it, 6 digits and runnin, y all niggas dont want it, I got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco, Swear to god dont get if fucked up Takin out this time, To give you a piece of my mind, Cuz you cant knock the hustle, Who do you think you are?, Wel baby one day youll be a star Last seen outta state, where I dropped my slang, I m deep in the south, kickin up top game, Bouncin on the highways, switchin 4 lanes, Screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing, Your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm, Gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn, Why play when fire burns?, We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire, We do dirt like worms, produce g s like sperm, Till legs spread like germs, I get extensive hoes, with expensive clothes, And I sip fine wines, and spit vintage flows, What y all dont know? Cuz ya cant knock the hustle Runnin till the late day, I m the one whos crazy, Cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), Cuz you cant knock the hustle I m just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, To knock the hustle for real Y all niggas lunchin, punchin the clock, My function, is to make much and lay back munchin, Sippin remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch, Nothin to stop, un-stoppable, Scheme on the ice, I gotta hide ya crew, I gotta, let you niggas know the time like movado, My motto, stack rocks like colorado, While I order champagne, kristals by the bottle, Its a damn shame, what ya not though, me, Slick like a gato (cat), fuckin jay-z, My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me, He tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what!, Straight bananas, can a nigga, see me, Got the U.S Open, advantage jigga, Serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a canvas, Le tigre, son youre too eager, You aint havin it?, good, me either, Lets, get together and make this whole world believers huh, At my arraignment, screamin, All us blacks got is sports and entertainment, Until we even, leavin, as long as I m breathin, Cant knock the way a nigga eatin, fuck you even, (fuck you) Takin out this time, To give you a piece of my mind, Who do you think you are?, Well baby one day youll be a star Runnin till the late day, I m the one whos crazy, Cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), I m just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, To knock the hustle for real Song Cry Most incredible baby Uhh - mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah.. uhh I can t see em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can t see em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Good dudes - I know you love me like cooked food Even though a nigga got move like a crook move We was together on the block since free lunch We shoulda been together havin 4 Seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather So now we travel first class to change the forecast Never in bunches, just me and you I loved your point of view cause you held no punches Still I left you for months on end It s been months since I checked back in Well somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin a mall down Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All d down I can understand why you want a divorce now Though I can t let you know it, pride won t let me show it Pretend to be heroic, that s just one to grow with But deep inside a nigga so sick On repeat, the CD of Big s "Me and My Bitch" Watchin Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin to be that shit Empty gun in your hand sayin, "Let me see that clip" Shoppin sprees, pull out your Visa quick A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor but when we got rich That s when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped Rather mine, I don t know what made me leave that shit Made me speed that quick, let me see - that s it It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn t touch me Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy And then they got fuzzy and they don t remember that And I don t remember you.. A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special friend So what was oh so special then? You have given away without gettin at me That s your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a nigga livin was whack But you don t get a nigga back like that! Shit I m a man with pride, you don t do shit like that You don t just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that You don t throw away what we had, just like that I was just f***in them girls, I was gon get right back They say you CAN turn a bad girl good But once a good girl s goin bad, she s gone forever.. i mourn forever Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) Let s go Hov! Uh huh, Hov You, are, not, ready Hov , unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova I m a hustler baby [I m a hustler] I just want you to know [Wanna let you know] It aint where I been [It aint where I been] But where I m bout to go [Top of the world!] Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you] But be who I am [you know you love me] And with all this cash [mo money, mo problems] You ll forget your man Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don t bullshit me C mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff [Verse 1] When the Remi s in the system, ain t no tellin Will I fuck em will I diss em, that s what they be yellin I m a pimp by blood, not relation Y all be chasin, I replace them, huh? Drunk off Crist , mami on E Can t keep her little model hands off me Both in the club, high, singing off key "And I wish I never met her at all..." It gets better, ordered another round It s, about, to go, down Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra Filth marked jeans, take that off Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don t bullshit me C mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don t bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff [Verse 2] Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage Let s keep it real ma, you savin it for karats You wanna see how far I ma go How, much I ma spend but you already know Zip, zero, stingy with dinero Might buy you Crist , but that about it Might light your wrist, but that about it Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick Know how to work your hips and your head s priceless Profess you love the Hov , and I ll never let you down Get you bling like the Neptune sound Okay, hot Hov , too hot to hold Ladies love me long time like 2Pac s soul Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies I m too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c mon Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don t bullshit me C mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don t bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I m a hustler baby [uh, Hov ] I just want you to know [Hov ] It aint where I been But where I m bout to go [Hov , Hov ] Now I just wanna love you [young Hova] But be who I am [know you love me] And with all this cash [mo money, mo problems] You ll forget your man [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah, yeah Same song, I m back, been around the world Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin in Dublin Can t deny me, why would you want to You need me, why don t you try me Baby you want to, believe me, Hov ! Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don t bullshit me C mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don t bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff You gotta... Give it to me Uh, uh huh Jigga That Nigga/People Talkin [Its like finding feathers on a housecat] (Jay-Z) Lemme take yall somewhere else right now [Its like searching for a needle in a haystack] Lemme get yall to zone out wit me, man (Its aight, dont be scared) Take yall niggaz left and center(zone out wit) Bullshit I hear the people talk(I hear yall) Yes sir and when you walk(Yall hear me) Your kind is hard to find Darling, I m glad youre mine (Jay-Z talking during chorus) Yall niggaz should twist up sumthin Real real real tight right here Zone out wit ya boy If you dont smoke, grab you sumthin to drink Mix it up right If you dont smoke or drink Man, just light up a inscense Fuck it Close ya eyes... vibe wit me I want yall to really hear me [Verse] I speak through music, I reach you dudes We can get deeper in the dirt than cleat shoes I refuse to lose I peep you creeps three months in advance I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YA, JUDAS! The man that I am and damn you dont know The harder you go at me the harder I flow Lets do this I m just a mirror reflectin your image The minute you switch up your face I pick up the pace There s nothin to it Pull hammers from my waist We can clap at this amateur pace If that s what s crackin Or we can play this on All Madden Can you even fathom not havin a fear in the world I m cool in my afterlife If I m readin these chapters right Please what have you, I breeze through Matthews Bleed if I have you, you cowards die a thousand deaths Fate fucks face-down on your house s steps Are yall even gettin this message? I aint bein aggressive But if you testin my life then, shit I gotta answer Gotta cut off the cancer, young n, pull your pants up You gettin too big for ya britches You fuckin wit a dude that did it wit digits Breathing s a privilege Dont you know... when youre defeated? Wont you throw? Throw in the towel I m better with vowels I m a man of principles; damn-near invincible In my own mind now that my soul s aligned I didnt know before now my role s defined Take hold and control what s mine COME AND GIT MEEEEEEE Come and take my life, you comin wit me Come and try to take me for granted I ll take you off this planet Dammit, man this is the gift from God This aint have to stand Til your arms are too short to box Plus we knuckle up unorthodox You can t take me off my grind GET OFF MY COCK Whatchu thought? It s da ROC (Jay-Z) Back in the mix of the scuffle Since 86 I was sick wit the hustle(Wooh!) Git a couple of chicks to touch you(Wooh!) Feather-weight fucker dont ever hate on the brothers Heh-heh Thought I was playin but you niggaz ll stop now I aint gotta sell another record in my life THE BLUEPRINT 2, BABY!!(Mm-hmm) SEE YALL IN NOVEMBER (Oh shit) I hear the people talk(C MON!) Yes sir and when you walk(C mon) Your kind is hard to find Darling, I m
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The Carrion CrowはDivination Cardの一種 交換可能アイテム 入手方法 関連リンク The Carrion Crow 必要枚数 4枚 Life Armour From death, life. From life, death. The wheel turns, and the corbies wheel overhead. 交換可能アイテム Life ModがついたArmour(Body Armour, Boots, Gloves, Helmet) 入手方法 このカードがドロップするエリア The Western Forest (Act 2) • The City of Sarn • The Ebony Barracks • The Imperial Gardens • The Battlefront • The Aqueduct • The Ascent • The Grand Promenade • The Blood Aqueduct • Channel Map • City Square Map • Colonnade Map • Courtyard Map • Promenade Map • Ramparts Map カード等のドロップ以外の入手方法 アイテム 必要数 備考 The Gambler 5 Stacked Deck 1 関連リンク 英wiki https //pathofexile.gamepedia.com/The_Carrion_Crow Divination Card
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【登録タグ M おここP 巡音ルカ 曲】 作詞：Peeping Tom 作曲：おここP 編曲：おここP 唄：巡音ルカ 曲紹介 「Merrow(メロウ)はアイルランドに伝わる人魚…とのことです。」（作者コメントより） ボーカロイド処女作にして9 51の大作。 前奏や間奏がとても美しい。 ちなみにイラストは水滴。クリーチャーじゃないよ。 歌詞 （ピアプロより） そよぐかぜ 光るほし もえるひと おうじさま 胸の奥 痛いのは なぜでしょう ねえ 枯らしたって 叫んだって 望んだって 届かないって 声 知らない ことば もっと近くへ 声を 捨てて はだで かんじて なまえ知らない気持ち キスをしていて？ いつか 教えて 心 そばにおいてね 儚い夢 泣いて 笑う その顔を 波のかげから 見てた そら とりのこえ 遠くにまるいつき あなたは きれいね 髪ほどいて 指を編んで 熱孕んで きつくだいて 胸の奥 痛いのは なぜでしょう ねえ 歌いたいよ 届けたいよ 伝えたいよ 届かなくって ただ あなたは きれい もっと近くへ 海を 捨てて ナイフ 声 両足 もう いらない ああ にじむ 泡のからだ 消えてゆくの きれいね きれいね あなたのすべてがただ きれいで 切ない 苦しい この気持ちが あいだった いとしい あいしてる そう あいしてる さようなら コメント 切ないですね…… -- 愛蘭土(ｱｲﾙﾗﾝﾄﾞ)大好きっ子ww (2010-02-16 23 21 57) 名前 コメント
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概要 解説画像 概要 日本語：ツークロウズ 業種：廃牧場 所在地：ニューオースティン - コーラスプリングス 解説 敷地内にはオレガノが咲いておりまた、廃屋には金庫がある。中身は小さな宝石袋と硬貨の入ったカップ。廃屋はRDR1になるとさらに壊れている。 新聞によるとTwo Crows Boysというギャングがいたがリージョンソンに殺された。 ここは注目ポイントの ロバ女 がいる。 画像
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P905iは今回発売された905iシリーズで唯一、Bluetoothに対応しています。 A2DP対応ヘッドフォン一覧表ソニー Jabra サンワサプライ PLANEX ロジテック Plantronics mobilecast Princeton モトローラ その他Bluetoothカタログ 公式接続確認機器リスト 対応プロファイル等 A2DP対応ヘッドフォン一覧表 A2DP（音楽再生）対応のBluetoothヘッドフォンでワンセグ（SCMS-T）対応・非対応を一覧にしてみました。P905i公式対応も追加しました。 ソニー ■DRC-BT15P（商品情報） Amazonで購入 赤/白/黒/水色 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0+EDR ○ 6時間 2.5時間 9,000円 ○ アダプタ ■DRC-BT15（商品情報）Amazonで購入 黒/白 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0+EDR ○ 6時間 2.5時間 9,000円 ○ アダプタ ■DR-BT30QA（商品情報） Amazonで購入黒/白 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 ○ 11時間 3時間 11,000円 ○ イヤーフック ■DR-BT21G （商品情報） Amazonで購入 黒/白 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 ○ 11時間 2.5時間 8,480円 ○ ネックバンド ■DR-BT25NX（商品情報） Amazonで購入黒/白 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 ○ 11時間 3時間 8,480円 ○ カナル ■DR-BT22 （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 ○ 11時間 3時間 8,480円 ○ オーバーヘッド ■DR-BT50 （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 ○ 17時間 2.5時間 15,980円 ○ オーバーヘッド ■DR-BT30Q（商品情報） Amazonで購入黒/白 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 × 11時間 3時間 生産終了品 ○ イヤーフック ■DR-BT20NX（商品情報） Amazonで購入黒/白 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 × 11時間 3時間 生産終了品 ○ カナル Jabra ■BT3030（商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0+EDR ○ 8/7時間 2時間 7,500円 不明 アダプタ ■BT620s（商品情報なし） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 △ 16/14時間 2時間 14,980円 不明 ネックバンド ■BT320s（商品情報なし） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 △ 6時間 2時間 10,980円 不明 アダプタ ■BT8010（商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 △ 10/6時間 ?時間 21,980円 不明 イヤーフック サンワサプライ ■MM-BTSH3 （商品情報） Amazonで購入 白/黒 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 ○ 12時間 2-3時間 5,980円 ○ アダプタ ■MM-BTSH9 （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0+EDR ○ 8時間 3時間 6,800円 ○ ネックバンド ■MM-BTSH2N （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 ○ 14時間 2時間 8,980円 ○ イヤーフック PLANEX ■BT-HP01AD （商品情報） Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.1 ○ 2時間 6時間 6,980円 不明 アダプタ ■BT-01HSS （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 × 5時間 10時間 3,200円 不明 ネックバンド ロジテック ■LBT-HS210C2（商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 ○ 12時間/8時間 ？時間 7,800円 不明 ペンダント型 ■LBT-HP110C2（商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 ○ 15時間/10時間 ？時間 9,800円 不明 イヤーフック Plantronics ■Pulsar 590A （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 × 12時間/10時間 2時間 18,000円 不明 オーバーヘッド ■Pulsar 260（商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 × 9時間/7時間 2時間 12,000円 不明 カナル mobilecast ■mBandR MPX2200R-MTK （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 ○ 14時間 3時間 7,800円 不明 ネックバンド ■mBand MPX2000AD （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 ×? 7時間 3時間 14,800円 不明 ネックバンド ■mLink R （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 ×? 8時間 3時間 4,980円 不明 インナーイヤー Princeton ■BTST-9000D（商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 × 6時間 2時間 9,000円 不明 ネックバンド ■PTM-BAH2S （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 △ 6.5時間 ?時間 6,500円 不明 インナーイヤー モトローラ ■S9（商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 2.0 × 7時間/6時間 2時間 15,000円 ○ ネックバンド ■HT820 （商品情報） Amazonで購入 Bt Ver. ワンセグ 通話/再生時間 充電時間 市価 P905i対応 形状 1.2 × 17時間/14時間 2時間 12,800円 ○ ネックバンド その他Bluetoothカタログ Bluetoothヘッドセットカタログ インプレスケータイWatchによるカタログ。SCMS-Tサポートって書かれているのは一機種ですが、他にもSCMS-Tサポートのものはあります。 公式接続確認機器リスト 公式接続確認機器リスト カーナビ等のリストもあります。 なお、ワンセグの音声をBluetooth機器で聴くにはSCMS-T方式で著作権保護されているA2DP対応である必要があります。 対応プロファイル等 対応プロファイルはHSP/HFP/A2DP/AVRCP/DUNP/OPP/SPP。バージョンは2.0+EDR。かなり多くの機器に対応しています。 高速化されているV2.0+EDRに対応しているので、ヘッドセット等も対応したものにしたほうがよいと思われます。 プロファイル対応表はざっとこんな感じ。でも気にしなくてもほぼ問題なし。 HSP - ヘッドセット HFP - ハンズフリー A2DP - 音楽対応 AVRCP - リモコン DUNP - ダイヤルアップ接続 OPP - データ交換 SPP - 仮想シリアルポート