[FREE] "DECISION" - Rap Freestyle Type Beat | Hard Underground Boom Bap Type Beat 2024

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  • Опубликовано: 7 ноя 2024

Комментарии • 33

  • @dextah
    @dextah  3 месяца назад +1

    Download / Purchase This Beat Here (Untagged): bsta.rs/PRbkr
    Listen To My Beats On Spotify: spoti.fi/2PPzSvn
    Support Me Here: bit.ly/2erBYJo

  • @beatsologist
    @beatsologist 3 месяца назад

    Love the vibe! 🔥

  • @CisaBeats
    @CisaBeats 3 месяца назад

    Man! This is beautiful!

    • @dextah
      @dextah  3 месяца назад +1

      Thank you 🙏🏼

  • @Abdo_Za_12807
    @Abdo_Za_12807 3 месяца назад +1

    D D DEXTAH 💥🔥

    • @dextah
      @dextah  3 месяца назад +1

      🫡

  • @yatti_44
    @yatti_44 3 месяца назад

    W beat 🔥🔥🔥

    • @dextah
      @dextah  3 месяца назад +1

      🫡

  • @RapBeatsRB
    @RapBeatsRB 3 месяца назад

    Mega Beat

  • @flowmotion_
    @flowmotion_ 3 месяца назад

    💯💯💯💯

  • @90srapbeats
    @90srapbeats 3 месяца назад

    Incrible 🫵🏾🔊

  • @Rustam-vt1ze
    @Rustam-vt1ze 3 месяца назад

    Я сегодня...💖
    Я сегодня смотрел на небо,
    Не закрывая глаз.
    Моё сердце хотело хлеба,
    Моё сердце мечтало о нас.
    Я сегодня смотрел на звёзды,
    Не заметив сиянья луны.
    Моё солнце хотело просто
    Приходить к тебе чаще в сны.
    Я сегодня вдыхал запах ночи,
    Не сделав днём ни глотка.
    Мои мысли рассудок точат,
    Ведь они уже до потолка.
    Я сегодня отшил сто красоток,
    Не пожалев о том.
    Моя любовь - самородок
    Или чай горячий со льдом.
    Я сегодня писал тебе строки,
    Но забыл куда отправлять.
    Если чувства - это уроки,
    Я не стану их отменять.Куда бы я не ехал я беру с собой себя,
    Больная паранойя, пару литров вискаря,
    Уже не скроет чувства мои ко всему,
    Я ненавижу всё или просто не пойму
    Как жить, когда нет смысла
    Решают лишь только числа.
    Я словно в петле вне месяцев,
    Жаль, что мне не повеситься.
    Как жаль, что не поместится
    Все мои сто стараний
    Мечты и очарованья.
    Я репер, но без признанья.
    Фонтанка и пару кэсов,
    Я снова встаю на рельсы.
    Не стану уже местным.
    Звучат лишь старые песни.

  • @fireshawty3915
    @fireshawty3915 3 месяца назад

    Ooh this nice

    • @dextah
      @dextah  3 месяца назад

      Thanks 💪🏼

  • @danielbrzoza201
    @danielbrzoza201 3 месяца назад +6

    Tomorrow i will do some rhymes

    • @lyricalwarfare777
      @lyricalwarfare777 3 месяца назад +4

      tomorrow i will do some rhymes’
      but tnight imma just talk to the beat
      talking my emotions through it
      wont open my mouth’ i might ruin it
      i feel stupid just like my flow fluid
      they say’
      tomorrow isnt guaranteed so pick a pen n do it
      its growin’ inside like fruuu-it
      we dont do three stripes’ we just do it.
      Thanks for the inspiration!

    • @danielbrzoza201
      @danielbrzoza201 3 месяца назад

      @@lyricalwarfare777 thanks for motivation too 🙏🙏

    • @dusanjovanovic9155
      @dusanjovanovic9155 3 месяца назад +3

      Do it today and write a little something every single day. It can be a bunch of things that you won’t remember tomorrow but exercise will move you to write regularly and better and better

    • @dextah
      @dextah  3 месяца назад +4

      Tomorrow is today, so where are the rhymes at ?? 🔥🔥

    • @zeevhh78z
      @zeevhh78z 3 месяца назад

      demain l’poto veut faire des rimes feat la procrastination
      y’a 10 occase dans une action
      pas l’temps d’être pas terrible
      tu sais qu’en un 16 jles touche-car car j’touche à la sensibilité d’leurs inactions
      pour l’instant j’envoie v’la les rimes
      pas des phases qui raconte des story de l’inspecteur derrick
      j’espère t’as compris la leçon
      dans ma chambre la beuh est passé maintenant ça fait v’la (

  • @chagui4618
    @chagui4618 3 месяца назад

    ❤❤❤❤❤❤

    • @dextah
      @dextah  3 месяца назад

      💪🏼🖤

  • @danielbrzoza201
    @danielbrzoza201 3 месяца назад

    Piszę tekstów bardzo dużo , później usuwam, czasem co na chwilę zostaje w nutach,
    To nie zadna spruta, cała fura , zajaram sobie skuna,
    Bierze mnie duma i zażenowanie, codziennie wstaje, mimo że, wstyd, to nie jest końcowy byt, przeszedłem drogę, każde minuty są dla mnie drogie, albo przyjacielem albo wrogiem, dobro ze złem walczy, to pojęcie względne, z czasem to rozumiem, kłótnie niepotrzebne, jest pięknie, dragi zabierają życie, jestem pojebany, 26 lat żyjący na miejscu, kiedyś wyjadę, mam duża banie.
    Miałem nie jarać ..znowu zajarałem

  • @afakofficiall
    @afakofficiall 3 месяца назад

    • @dextah
      @dextah  3 месяца назад

      💪🏼

  • @VitorYuri-xp2xy
    @VitorYuri-xp2xy Месяц назад

    Escrevendo e vendo a consequência do que eu digo
    Mermo...
    Pensando menos na sequência do meu estado físico
    Mermo...
    Fumando um, na frente do cana, observando as ondas, eu devo ter cara de playboy Copacabana

  • @Венера-с4ц
    @Венера-с4ц 3 месяца назад

    Санада бар умытпадым омир меники
    Канша Адамдар сонди болашак сеники,
    Омирге сен емес омир бизге керек
    Ертенгы жоспарыма иним болған себе.
    Козинди аш қара бұл басқа арна
    Бұл жерде сенің танысынсыз отилмиды пара,
    Мени кызыктырмайд болды енді артка кайт
    Респект тем кто с нами достар умытылмайд.
    Дал қазіргі сатте озиме арнап
    Парак бетын сызып анама салем жолдап,
    Жаманнан кайтпадым окпемды ластадым
    Аспанга бир қарап канатымды самгадым,

  • @phsete0210
    @phsete0210 2 месяца назад

    Caralho
    Já tô com 21
    Falei pra MH mãe que fica susu
    Sucegado acende mais um
    E os planos na MH mente fica como
    Só esperando a hora exata pra tá se realizando
    Mais n tem hora exeta
    Pra tá buscando
    Tá né nessa de pedir pro buzeira

  • @robertmcintyre1660
    @robertmcintyre1660 3 месяца назад

    Making no mistaking the ring called out to me i torched the green lantern, Mac putting his crown on the people's champion ranged thee campaign,king Champaign overflowing placing thee universal destroy'or'creator belt around my waist and, whoever I have faced still none competition I'm done competing, until a counterpart overbakes inside cooking with passion, everyone'a ya eating fat belly feasting wild hunter beast'ting, swollen out like an ill'lergic reaction apune my bee stung,the number one competitor ya just claiming "what has always been mine" just because I "did not" would and could not, send every album I gave ya's for free off ya record producers, felt like hip-hop been real to me so only naturally had to keep it street promo's,not only be proof to you but also prove to myself, even if for long time I gave you the power of grey skull,sat on a Tudor's broken shelf a rusted blunder bust worn pellets no gun powder, the restoration of the barrel,was respiration grip handle, aching no mistaken the ring called out to me return of the king's I didn't resist slipping it onto my fingers, then I gave you a bunch of invisible middle fingers,seen's that you just a lyrical masturbational musical swinger, evidently skillfully carrying the mic on my back like it's mya katana, shadows unexpectedly creeping, blood shed from unknownable sourcing,red flow ready remaining calm and steady 'would have thought that it was a tomato sauce fight' ding iron ding first mike second round one Tyson first hook ten second count out ring ring, place over my shoulder that bling bling then skywalker out captain battle planets, I'm the iron core protecting like magnetic forces, I'm the front line infantry soldier army forces, still caught up and over took the formations of big bosses,"you can love me or hate me now" insin'er'rate delegate incarcerate dissem'bob'ulate repopulate only, the great almighty lord has reforged sole reaper sword, placed it inside me to forge many layers of steel for me to gorge, not here for no award just that hip-hops been dead ill hospitable ward, I'm partly apart of thee revival,a new born baby crying out I cut thee umbilical cord,let my rhyme explain arithmetic through thee rhyem accordan Zone Zonedin in the endedin enders robotic transmitter scrappy below the hilt hitter don't Black bag toe tag ya self sack zipper n I don't mean sunning up a riff'ta riffraff driftfast rolla upper one of the nicest fruity mixes sprinkles THC cones so turps smells so sweet'sees up in ya noisey just don't hog hold that burnt down roach lip blisters fist up fist out fist down swound was we bound to be clowned from way back when zen zei'zelt queailt stoney ages club in a stone hut banging on the head of other juicy meat mammals birds clubing louin cloth until they striped those wlid life with furry quilt pelt cover body hold ya hobbie Bobbie said'ey follow'ey passions'lee found'dee truly purposely easy. My mum said when I was younger that this music would just be a phase and I'll grow out of it little did she know that I wrote a beautiful song for mother on the first album that track mentions father. To Our universe in all it's amazing magic and mighty mystic magnificence colour sound already exsistence before our planet ever even got here fear not of heavens hells but the knowledge of thie selfs pebbles always repels especially if skipping across ripple'ling waters dipping don't forget that's what you sipping to stay alive in don't forget to be thankful for what you believe in but also everything going around on and in and out side don't just be on a one way too a burnt ride funny how whole life they always needed to team up on&out to try take on&out still never stopped me getting these words on&out shattered broken peaces peace ✌🏼🕊️ is Maca E'Q'Libz