"Cold Streets" Gangsta Oldschool HipHop Instrumental
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- Опубліковано 3 жов 2024
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Man the world is so messed up these days and they say don't listen to him or her but the truth is life is dying on earth but not in spirit and I ask God to forgive us so everybody can be strong and hold on peace.
I love this beat, wrote a song to this the first time i heard it back in 2015 when i was 17.. Now i finally have recorded and released the song, thanks for the great beat man!
I have no idea what you're saying but you have a good flow
@@hb6747 thanks man! Great to hear:) and im talking about drugs and streets and how that life affects to young people
I must say, this is the best instrumental that I've ever heard. Every time I get so hyped and emotional from this. Damn good job 👌🏽❤️.
Love it, deep, emotional! Dope!
I feel a real connection to this beat. made me write some of the realest I ever wrote
Post it I dare you
The instrumental and the picture give u a sad felling in your chest
Still top 10 Blunted Tracks material. All these years later.
Blunted Beatz calms the soul
Sound like some Raekwon x Mobb Deep type shit
dude yo shit is awesome bro keep it up cause I can listen to this shit all day
Llevo 7 años escuchando esta instrumental y me llena tanto ❤️ gracias por crear estos efectos ❤
Best beat channel on yt in my opinion. Keep it up!!
Facing man in the mirror is not always an easy task
Talking to myself people would think im crazy If they heard all the questions my mind asks
But I just put on this mask
I smile through my teeth I love me,i hate me
Im so complicated daily
But life is any thing but a straight line it's kinda wavy
And I can't expect the man in the mirror to save me
So I'm sitting here praying
Doing what I got to do to get by
Please for give me
If I get a little dirty
Times like this is hard to look myself in the eye
I and I
Take it concrete I shuffle these feet
I go through the tasks taking out the trash
Whatever is gonna give me a little scratch
I can barely get by
When I'm feeling empty inside
I need more to full fill me
Even though the fields are plenty
I want more in my mind
I try to resist the temptations of my own kind
Ain't it true we never miss our water till out well runs dry?
Sony 24/Siempre
Druff druff thought he could hide all these years I see you boy ight
Tiptoe slick flow only one God respects these.notes felt the nodes naturalistic goals noone knows I don't believe you even realize what you hold time to measure time to control fuck up lest ye be spoken to you unknown I feel what I feel til the drop hits the mould calibrate then create this one chance you had but you didn't unfold I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna know fill my head with your old blabbidy blabbidy i let you go reminisce you toast I get the hectares of land while you blow your nose whine about smokes while I'm bluntin tokes this is my role
nick preenan mal Jajaj
PASATE EL DE HOMER EL MERO MERO
This beat is filthy, spittin lyrics while i'm sippin on that super loud
feelin stupid, i'm stoopin low blowin super clouds
i really wanna make my mama feel like super duper proud
but mama caught me smokin ganja blowin super clouds
These 'Cold Streets' is hectic; far from being beamish
It's a maze, filled with confusion and obliqueness
All these nights is changing me; all these streets are riddles
It belittles the men who reside in the middle
Or should I say periphery? These streets are just a mystery
Lyrically, my wish is to escape the penitentiary
That is my life - typing up these rhyme schemes
Rapping words to the shit BluntedBeatz is supplying me
A blank face behind computer screens spitting histories,
documentaries, and symphonies on all these 'Cold Streets'
The temperature is rising; or rather, its dropping
My keyboard cries out, but I'm never ever stopping
This obsession, of blessing, ears with my coldness
Colder than these streets that considers me as the boldest
The boldest to touch the mic. Brighter than a traffic light
That shines all white, in the middle of the damn night
In a 'Cold Street' far from where I gained my consciousness
Travelling this lonely road forever is my punishment
As the light changes, I pray that I can find some heat
Growing weak, as I travel all around these 'Cold Streets'
... ClusiveC yo.. Im out
ClusiveC yo this is raw af. keep this up homie love from the east side
kevin sosa
i got to agree sick af homie
Bro those bars were ice. Keep it up. Love from the Midwest. - Imperial D
TheShadowFox 777 yo thanks duke
blunted beats.. haha what can i say? you get my creative juices flowing man.. :-)
your a genius is all im gonna say regarding your beats.. inspirtation.. goes a long way... your beats tell it how it is, and thats the only way real beats should be..
Can feel this picture
first beat I've heard of yours and loving it
Don’t sleep on the song I made to this beat!! Video is on my channel, official song releasing to all platforms Christmas morning. Thanks guys! And thank you blunted beats for the amazing beat!
Beats always on point homie!!!
Good stuff. Nice use of the Maschine.
Bars: I was taught respect so pardon me like Grey Poupon, I rise to the occasion when it's crunch time like a crouton, my style similar to Louie Vutton, but I keep it simple chilin' in my futon, customers return cause I got da best coupons, bachelor status eating Stouffer's from Food Lion, old school play station sippin PBR when a girl over, thats how we moonlighting, who's Lyin', front and I'll press you like new iron, clever I make ya chuckle and knee slap more word play than Peyton Manning pre-snap, ya hear it? Splat! Mind blown that's why I post lyrics for you to recap ...
So beautifull
Your beats are superb, keep it up!
I love this sound
Kicking snares👍👍👍
Thanks!
I LOVE IT
cold streets, gotta struggle hard in the start just to eat, when nothin's workin' out it gets you mentally, hard to breathe, haters always in your way its hard to see, but imma keep lookin' past em, to upgrade my 4 whips to a fleet, i'm a monster i will not face defeat...
Too hard!
Doesn't exactly flow to this beat but...
They say I'm incapable, think I won't make it. Test me boy, I'll shake you down with the earthquake of my amazement. You speak nonsense with no substance. I think that it's crazy, am I the only one around here that's stayed sane and rational throughout this game we call life?
She's cryin in the bathtub washing off the remainder of her blood from the edge of the knife.. Can no longer take the discomfort of emotionless silence. Analyzing the worthlessness of life putting it down to a science. When challenges look her right in the face, she'll pop some pills, sedate her brain, and hide away to another plane of empty space, but what you must understand is there's no true escape.
Life will never be fair, and when it gets tough all that's left is to face it. When your demons throw you punches don't just sit there and take it. If you lack motivation to live, then do what you have to now to try and fake it. Life is precious and I cry knowing that my own brother let a bullet take it. If you know you're blessed then congratulations, and if you're low on luck keep your head up, attempt to love, and have faith that you'll make it.
The universe that you exist in is on your side and don't you ever mistake it.
What it takes is the understanding of how to manipulate it.
Some will play it off like what I'm saying here is makeshift,
Who's to blame? After all I'm just a hard headed stray kid,
who puts truth into words and cranks the volume up when he plays it.
When I'm exposed to light, I'll never hesitate to display it.
This has never been about me, but about the game that I'm playing.
If what I speak of leaves you with a sour taste,
Then I know your opinion is one channeled from hatred.
Hit me with your critisism, I promise you that it will never phase me.
All it is that I'm doing is just verbally praying.
I'm clearly stating now that in what I say, there is no confusion, and no this isn't just product of a delusion. I am lucid, yet live in a reality that appears to be real illusive.
(How great is it that imagination and free will allow you to mentally create your own perception? All inclusive!
High reception, and direct connection to your creator is also included.)
Don't care to yell it out at the top of my lungs,
this information for you, will always be non-exclusive.
This place is a consistent mystery chasing for its solution.
The essence of it's existence has always been evolution.
I've learned that every single person on this earth is influential,
we conform to the calculations of our social differentials.
Then by agreement of our collective mind create what is existence.
Catch up with your awareness, it's expanding with persistence,
And don't forget, it was always you who did this.
Or you may say it isn't. I don't know man I'm just out here fishin'.
To believe me is on you to make that decision,
I think I just caught someone from their conscious intuition.
Words hold a cosmic value, when spoken through transmission.
Why is it that when I speak to you this way, you seem to be so distant?
Am I tripping myself out or just don't want to test my limits?
(Whatever brother, just take a second please to hit this.)
My mind gets kind of scattered and my memory is timid.
Sometimes it's hard to remind myself to make the best decisions,
Bummies crawl aroun in my head when it is vacant, wait reeaaaal patient and listen-for the moment to strike me with a decision, to either conquer it's existence, or simply give into submission.
Now I won't even let them in I just dismiss em.
Don't be afraid, become a slave to evolution.
If you have information on what could save someone then spew it.
We've always felt this way, someone just had to have the guts to renew it.
Want to talk, to walk..
With those who made the ride, to paradise..
Sick of that bulshit, that dark shit..
So i just sit, wishing, wondering..
Why seems it, that everyone likes that dark shit!!
Stop walking that fucking way!! Start to believe and pray..
So i walk my path, believing in god!!
And prove to the almythy lord, that for him i got much love!!!!!!
2018 listen here 👌👌👌 the best instrumental
Mr.muffin man Mr.muffin man young man walking with a gun in his hand colt 45 with the Crome slide never met your match kid you took down the top five in these cold streets roll with fat heat pimp to the beat then let them switches hit till I'm sleep cause these is my streets and real niggas ride deep so keep quit watch that bass note start a riot couldn't describe what the height it is when we ridin in these cold streets young gangster kid ........ I'm off it
Esses beat me lembra das ruas rabiscadas do Rio 😍
Damn this is masterpiece
Hayatım bi kördüğüm-ken beni gördün,
Duvarları aş diyenler duvarları ördü.
"A UN PERRO LE DAN LAS SOBRAS Y ES MAS AGRADECIDO"
~Sony mc~
E - C - A - E - C - A - F I think those are the piano notes....
Take a break beat I purchased was terrible cheap midi a lot of static. Cost 30$ this guy has good beats don't know what went wrong waiting to hear back but careful what you but peace
Excellent beat
Obsessed.
Walking down the cold streets , where no chance are given
Listening to some beats , starring at this women
Its the perfect time for her purse to be stolen
Closer to her , its where I'm heading
Grabbing her arm , then I'm running
Coming back home , police is waiting
In the backyard , my familly's crying
Going backward its what I'm thinking
Cause my familly is poor , we're barely eating
The money to live , is what I'm holding
Under my coat , the purse is hiding
Stealing people is my living
That's what you get when you spend your time cuffin
-YP.
Thats deep shit bro!
Dope beat man
boommBAPbooomBAP
Nice
Awesome beat *thumbs up*
Respect bro
dope again
cheers bro
ImperiaL ZelhiA 聖人 fucking high 😂
whoa @ again. This is the first time they made this beat.
Dumbass Unique_Gifts lol, ofcourse he meant another dope beat from this producer, not the same beat produced twice..
I let my mind expand. Supply And Demand. My knowledge isn't firsthand. Feel awful but I withstand. Dropped out of school when I was 10 ever have that back again. Maybe I can drop the crack pipe. To me it all depends. People I hang are lame the no life. They don't thrive how do they survive. I have friends that make my feel addictive. Staying away from drugs for me is highly restrictive. I look at myself now. Don't take bows and shout hooray to all the bullshit and the past life full shit of disgrace. Making me feel like dead flowers in a vase. All my like contains is disappointment. I gave myself the bad ointment. Why did I hang with people that I cannot Join in. I try to solve the fraction but it all just falls to dissolve into dissatisfaction. My sad lonely journeys in action. My friends. I mom on my side giving me the guide. Died when I was nine. Then I had to cry I swear that was a bad time. I'm not smart in school. oh yeah I dropped out of school. That's a bad reputation.
Super nice !
Esta no es la 24 siempre de sony?
si exactamente la misma
He stole the beat
Facu siii! ya decía yo que la habia escuchado en alguna parte
Zion liked your song
man sound like q tip keep it real .
Love it!
That piano loop reminds me of Shook Ones
Philosopher419 try
lost in the cold streets tryin to get my mind right blowin weed im high losin sight
almost there play to win
learned a few vital lessons snakes and enemies the same the question is
Very good stuff
aye man this is a sic beat , props , can i use it ?
Dope man
Cool beats
chill and grill
Dude, you could use this beat. for a song about the infamous game? Thank you and good work! LIKE!
this shit so sick #classick
can i use some of your beats? they clean asf
geils teil wird direckt missbraucht danke bratta
Watchin me like a prophecy heard I’m some prodigy’ I ain’t claimin I’m the man but I gotta be’ I’m drippin like a kitchen sink’ I’m sick of seein money slippin out my wallet sleeve’ told my mama I’m some kinda prophet’ cuz all I see in my future is profit’ time is money nigga so watch it’ or someone else be fillin up their pockets’ and why the fuck you flexin? I’m not saucin’ I’m stuntin’ Your bitches turn my direction watch me sky dive with hundreds’ throw it out the plane wit a go pro and luggage’ Michael Bay be callin me about a stunt job on transformers’ I’m killin these rhymes if they was live it’d be manslaughter’ I’m holdin pistols outside both windows of the Acura causin a massacre’ erryone there will be gauzed up with catheters’ I’m up next’ niggas beefin over text’ I’m there at they heads’ switchblade at the neck’ funny how niggas act when they feelin the threat’ hidin under beds’ havin they door answered by friends’ sayin he ain’t home’ like they talkin to the feds’ in a black hoody I’m like a boxer wit dreads’ looks like I caught a body’ ask anybody’ I ain’t hesitate to go John Gotti’ pull up wit the shotty’ and steal a soul outta yo body’ Snake niggas make me Angry’ they say money changed me’? What I’m the same G’ but now I got money to change streets’ before the streets would pay me’ I’mma hustla so in the industry I did the same thing’ hustled product like the first week I made G’s’ best thing about it is I’m only 18’ so bein a professional rapper is a possibility ain’t really a day dream.
Dope !
Its mister word renowned with the best verse
One of the illest the streets, from the east to the west, heard
Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir"
A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words
Some of us love to flow 'til the club close
And some in love with blow for the love of dough
In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for gurls
They extorting the game, exploiting the hood
Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread
It's only hot cause we ride, spotted cops with feds
Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead
That's the word on the block is, "Hip-Hop Is Dead"
So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping
Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton
Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers
While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden, let's go
Brain waves cosmic space- I'm outta place I'm outta space I just vanished without a trace
Everyday i get blazed from that O.G hazed Blazed like that silverstar Haze
Minds corrupted like a maze- Erupted almost to dark to save
Hell passes well from this tale i tell
Mind impaled from constant ganja smoke inhaled
Contently, fault to be, meant to be a cosmic memory
But it's a curtain of shame and it bears the name wizardry
And it's a burden I know and I stand on fading lands
And i understand as time goes This sapient pen grows in my hand
It overdoses with wisdom tell by the hazard co-motion
dusty clouds out in the open
yo, these streets are cold, its so bold I can't even see the whole world cuz these streets are blocking it, no one cares anyway so I guess they're just mocking it, my words are passionate to this generation, I feel delightly demolished to see the world showing out cruelty like a presentation, this is nothing but a big ass reservation, I see this world haven't changed much since the times of segregation, people still hate each o
cold streets, miett a cap miezz e zizz
cool dude!!!
If I wanted to use this on a mixtape (DatPiff non-profit), do I gotta buy lease or can I use it like any other major-artist beat?
Saving and contribute, Sacrifice and Isolate,
Misplace right where it's takes directly,
Out of this world out of this fantasy,
Blinded even by wearing glasses,
Wishing to be fulfill, Unseal of what was sealed,
Under the skin it's whats really real,
The ambition flowing in my veins its reacting with zeal,
By having both I'll overdose, I'll overcome over those under drowning by water filling the room with a water hose,
Y'all wearing out of style shoes so I'll say what are those, Those are old,
Don't pretend y'all don't know,
What's going on with these shows,
Putting you in a hypnotic state,
Manipulating and teaching you what's fake,
Believing what's shown, What you read in your phone,
Making you brainless,
Look at these hoes,
No more inspiration, Nope not like before,
But I keep my mind occupied,
Especially because of these told lies,
Tendency of ignoring them and continue living my life,
Self motivated going through the difficulties of what's inside,
can I use this beat for a verse im putting together .hope its not overused . This one is perfect . lmk on your feedback
corrupt co operation struck stuck with no motivation, hope I paint with art, shaolin lyrically sharp like poisenous dart
Hi bluntedbeatz. I really hope i could use some of the instrumentals you have to make songs out of them please do reply if its ok with you. Lol cuz i dont wanna get in trouble by using them without permission
Ulicom koracas a ostaju ti tragovi
Svi mogu da te prate, nisi duzan nikome neka probaju da shvate ..taj izraz mog lica kada pokazem im karte .
Svako misli da je najbolji svako hoce vise..,
Ja nisam hteo ovo , samo me pustite da disem.
Nista me ne zanima , dosadjujem se danima , nisam bio uzoran krsio sam pravila ...
nekadaaaa-ne tako davno ,usijana glava klinac iz kraja samo upadao iz nevolje u nevolju , los primer sledio i samog sebe izneverio ...
Sada ostala su secanja na te snikers patike , ostala su secanja na blejanje kod trafike , vise nisam deo geto karike ..
Al opet nisam zadovoljan sobom i ne znam dal cu ikada i biti , ne zelim nikom lose al ne mozes se sakriti , vreme vratiti jer nesto bih da menjam onda da se vratim ovde tako da na sve sam spreman!!!
Kao dobar stari jedan na jedan , ja protiv sveta , malo sam se zaigrao pocinje mi cetvrtina peta!
Samo sutiram i nije vazno da li pogadjam jer sve se ovo mnogo brzo dogadja ...
Valjda imam malo vise srece jer se nekim novim putem mnogo lakse krecem i bolje ljude srecem, u vrece pakujem sve sto imam idemo bez rizika da vidimo dal jos uvek stimam, da li cu znati ko nekad davno udarce da primam.
Text Nikola Knezevic- aka Johnnykoos
Sound similar to ghetto akon, it good doe.
like the bit
NiceOne
like the bit
Best lyrical artist in all of Detroit here:- Oahhh yeahhh, look, yeah, oah oah, okay, look, right look, yeah yeah yeah oahhh look, my swag is on fleek, my fleek is on swag, pull up in the whip skrrrr now you got jacked, cold as an ice pick stick in your back brrrrr im that nigga who's gone steal yo bitch I'm that nigga who gone catch you in the shower picking up the soap woops now I broke your bowels, run for the door quick grab your self a towel, butt hole bleeding for the next ten hours, I'm out (drops mic)
Dope
Snare ...uufff
Uh feeling this beat, yo i was only 17teen with my team filling are dream's, making it seem we a got a million dolla scheme's, but everything seem to be a Dream making it like a theme.... #Bars
ide spit to it tuff beat
ide spit to it tuff beat
i truly don't understand why people post their lyrics on instrumentals. either they're awful and noone gives a shit or they're good(never happens) and they get stolen immediately. don't post your lyrics, keep them to yourself and just keep writing
+mr modz ftw those sound bad in my head. what you don't understand is that we can't understand delivery, so those could be very good but I don't know that cause reading lyrics is not good for delivery
+mr modz ftw lol legend, dont take it to heart mate some people just write raps and poetry for fun, not worried about fake rappers stealing bars
+Firstpersonstupidity what Jay D said. It's just all for fun, I wouldn't care if someone stole my lyrics in fact, I'd be honoured.
Yung Jr. good point. i still dont get it though, because lyrics are only half of the presentation
If you study hard enough, there are some really good lyrics in these comment sections. It may take a few reads, but if you genuinely want to understand and appreciate someones lyrics you can sort of simulate how it should be delivered. It also depends on how someone posts, if it's all messy and hard to read it makes it harder of course.
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can i use this beat? i am not making money from it
mano vocês vendem esse beat pra mim usar em uma musica?(Do you sell this beat for me to use in a song?)
*Why does this scenery remind me of Max Payne*
The streets are cold I'm growing old people might even say I'm self absorbed but Fuk all the nonsense I'm being told I hold my own since my momma let me go had to work every early morning almost went buzzerk in order for me just to be supporting rent for my home
shit is hot
i grab this mic step to the plate an slapp an rapper silly/ ive always had to fight against those who live lovein to hate the illy/
Are you selling this beat?
free use?
cold..sadness..i getchu all...ok yo....cold streets I mold into dust that builds up like my stress loads..pause..wait a second howd this happen how it succomb to my inner self being hated always debated whether or not my minds stated/ fuck it you know how it is you know how it feels suckin the life outta you all wounds no heals so I bend down on one knee and ask for this to end a helping hand lend its like this for 7 days shame stress nevertheless I never asked for fame and never want it I spit ridiculously viciously attackin ya baby momma were a little blue planet thats filled wit different drama. peace.