DOPESMOKE X UNKNOWN T X UK DRILL TYPE BEAT 2021 "DANGER HILL PART2" | PROD.MORABEATS
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I swear these 808 are just way too hard. And these melodies tho damnnnnnnn
honest to god best beat i’ve heard, could imagine pr sad on it
@@kevo3484 ganngggg appreciate it bro 🔥
FAMM the melo/ 808s 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Yo 3lack what the hell man🐐🐐
Comon bro loveee man 🙏🏽
MORA THIS IS TOO HARD G 🤮🔥
Myyyyyyyy g💥
Best producer
Underrated producer 🔥
I want to see an actual tune with this omds
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DOPE ONE MORA BRO
Hard 🔥🔥
Cold g 🥶🥶
Cold as always
Comon my bro 👊🏽
Hardd 🔥
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Mora I've noticed your drums bang hard especially your Kicks how are you doing this? fruity soft clipper? are using a transient shaper or is it just sound selection.... too hard fam!!!!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Franky Trill Beats bro literally.... soft clipper on master & just level everything accordingly, just go by ear it’s all you need 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽🔑🔑🔑
Also sound selection is very important
Yessss gg mora
Comon broooo
That's hard. I liked the 67 version more, but props for both.
Counting 10, 9, 8, having fun with the ops, but after a while, I'm already looking for the next one This teddy bear got bored and now I gotta kill the next creed 87 dblock, I throw it on top Block falls on block, it crashes down like Lego
Black latex, black mask My block moves fast like Nascar OPD on these waters, big fish, half a brick It cracks in half, brrr My girl is cold like Alaska
(Hook) Spot me an opp and I’ll crash that (crash that) the paigons like beef online but live in the streets they don’t wanna back that (back that) what happened to all of that backchat had a man run and crease up his blackcats
Assist drillings Countless wettings Me and bro got black blade They are really matching. And 3 of them went swimming Assist drillings Countless wettings Me and bro got black blade They are really matching. And 3 of them went swimming In this life you can't think twice Bro past me that bine ???? Got bined But how the hell did he survive But his luck won't ever last forever The next time I'll sink his boat no lie ??? He's still in the sky Roll up him and let's get high In this life you can't think twice Bro past me that bine ???? Got bined But how the hell did he survive But his luck won't ever last forever The next time I'll sink his boat no lie ??? He's still in the sky Roll up him and let's get high And he got cooked for the typing Anyone got cooked for the rhyming ???? He got chinged in his eyelid ????? Got splashed 3 times Laughing out loud he said I'm surviving And probably his fucking mum is giving trouble to stop herself from fucking crying And he got cooked for the typing Anyone got cooked for the rhyming ???? He got chinged in his eyelid ????? Got splashed 3 times Laughing out loud he said I'm surviving And probably his fucking mum is giving trouble to stop herself from fucking crying Assist drillings Countless wettings Me and bro got black blade They are really matching. And 3 of them went swimming Assist drillings Countless wettings Me and bro got black blade They are really matching. And 3 of them went swimming
Splash in the back and me on the fronty, spin this block, it’s 'bout to get ugly...
K on the Mac, or my man's drunk,
Big Rambo, lift man up...
Get in the rip, do then jumpin', man,
Running man down, no shufflin',
Rambo in the chest, doesn’t itch me,
Main thing is, the goods taste good to me.
Hustle on repeat, that's the motto, capeesh
Verse 1) In the depths of my soul, a severe beat Taste of drugs in my throat, a smile on my lips, like a deceit The pen forces me, the ink forges my path Finish the bottle, demons resurface, their wrath I roll the dice, multiple faces to show Facing the Devil, erasing the flaws, I grow Confronting charm, my heart overwhelmed Witness the satire, my story, untamed I am the Lord of Saturn's rings A crystal tear, rhymes I bring A beautiful tale, resistance in vain Behold my face, my voice, my disdain Do you grasp the weight of my weapon? A shattered heart, a long process to mend Lost in a haze, indulging with my peers All night she clung to me, pose, copy, and post, it appears I receive the package, a gift in disguise All the scribbled pages, a necklace to prize
(Chorus) They crave the weapon, like in Crystal Lake For death to crystallize, their fate My ink heavy, like at the Port of Le Havre "Yan, continue, write your line," they say It will illuminate, like the sun in Portugal's sky They say Stalin is bitter, as I finish, red eyes Weed mixed with Fortuna tobacco, my vice Time settles, the wind challenges the flame's rise In the stellar skull, the do-bushi finds respect Shadows dance, secrets they reflect The blood of my art, on canvas like a butcher's apron No escape, finished the blunt, fragments to happen They say I'm reckless, but I don't care With my scribbled pieces, I'll ascend the Mount Fuji's lair
(Verse 2) In the depths of my soul, a severe beat Taste of drugs in my throat, a smile on my lips, like a deceit The pen forces me, the ink forges my path Finish the bottle, demons resurface, their wrath I roll the dice, multiple faces to show Facing the Devil, erasing the flaws, I grow Confronting charm, my heart overwhelmed Witness the satire, my story, untamed I am the Lord of Saturn's rings A crystal tear, rhymes I bring A beautiful tale, resistance in vain Behold my face, my voice, my disdain Do you grasp the weight of my weapon? A shattered heart, a long process to mend Lost in a haze, indulging with my peers All night she clung to me, pose, copy, and post, it appears I receive the package, a gift in disguise All the scribbled pages, a necklace to prize
(Chorus) They crave the weapon, like in Crystal Lake For death to crystallize, their fate My ink heavy, like at the Port of Le Havre "Yan, continue, write your line," they say It will illuminate, like the sun in Portugal's sky They say Stalin is bitter, as I finish, red eyes Weed mixed with Fortuna tobacco, my vice Time settles, the wind challenges the flame's rise In the stellar skull, the do-bushi finds respect Shadows dance, secrets they reflect The blood of my art, on canvas like a butcher's apron No escape, finished the blunt, fragments to happen They say I'm reckless, but I don't care With my scribbled pieces, I'll ascend the Mount Fuji's lair.
Counting 10, 9, 8, having fun with the ops, but after a while, I'm already looking for the next one This teddy bear got bored and now I gotta kill the next creed 87 dblock, I throw it on top Block falls on block, it crashes down like Lego
Black latex, black mask My block moves fast like Nascar OPD on these waters, big fish, half a brick It cracks in half, brrr My girl is cold like Alaska
(Hook)
Spot me an opp and I’ll crash that (crash that) the paigons like beef online but live in the streets they don’t wanna back that (back that) what happened to all of that backchat had a man run and crease up his blackcats.
@@ArtemusPariahstop rapping ur wet
First time I stacked me a quid to ma name
Bro told me charge dat shit to da game
Snap dat 12 burn up ya face
Or I link max and serve him pain
What did u use for that melo omds🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮
bpm ?