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Eu m-am dus la nani. Ba ce prost is. Ma tot gandesc la una de cateva luni si nush ce mortii mei sa fac. Sfaturi?

Spike poate vb cu Keltonica nea Cotet sa imi dea si mie helper ca din 2009 nu am avut niciodata...

Ce vrei we ca oricum nu iei ce plm

Care ninsoare? Pe 14 ianuarie de ziua mea o sa ma bat cu glod

La mine nici caini nu vezi pe afara...

Tu sini pl esti we?

we mui ai un euro?

Spike, ai un euro man? Te rog

De 2 saptamani caut cu cine sa beau, nu gasesc pe nimeni, Nu vre nimi coniac blia

Dya, ce faci de anu nou we? Poate ma sabiresc la voi in Chisinau la o pianca pi raion.

La cat mai multe fw-uri baieti! Ma duc sa ma duit la the godfather 3. BRB

Nu se mai schimba nimic. Comunitatea e pe moarte. Doar un miracol ar putea aduce totul la normal

Bini we SAF DE w t f SPAM WE CE MORTII MEI ba ce drq se pune automat...

a a da we dap warn 3 cuvinte ce plm c f ? #plictiseala smr ba care are un euro? ba io dc scade bz? c SAF DE w t f SPAM WE CE MORTII MEI

a a da we dap warn 3 cuvinte ce plm c f ? #plictiseala smr ba care are un euro?

Confirm asta... Eu am suspend, dar am cont nou Curry, ce dracu ii aia we? Eminem - Rap god. This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds. Just check out the lyrics Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got Like something's about to happen But I don't know what If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances You were just what the doctor ordered [Chorus:] I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappity-rap Packing a mack in the back of the Ac backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack and at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are having a rough time period Here's a Maxi-Pad It's actually disastrously bad For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah [Chorus:] 'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard [Verse 2:] Everybody want the key and the secret to rap Immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the earth like an asteroid and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) MC's get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme' Now I lead a New School full of students Me? Me, I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up Blow up and being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church And burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And take place looking boy Oy vey, that boy's gay That's all they say looking boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause [Chorus:] I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard [Verse 3:] So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off then I'm reloading Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walking dead But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating But I got your mom deep throating I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothing in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself In the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me My honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize What I do though for good At least once in a while so I wanna make sure Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle Enough rhymes to Maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes But sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine See if I get away with it now That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man While he play piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special On the cable channel So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music You make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream." Well, that's what they do When they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip hop, it's pop." 'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins to Unghh, school flunky, pill junky But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and the Boys "Still chunky, but funky" But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and Here's what they want from me They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas And take a vacation to trip a broad And make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a God? LOL [Verse 1]Here's a tune about this honey named Renee that I met one dayOn my way back from John JayI'm peeping shorty as she's walking to the trainI tap her on her shoulders, "excuse me miss, but can I get your name?"She said, my name is ReneeI said I got a whole lot to say, so may I walk you to your subway?She said if you want, so yo, we started talkingI bought two franks and two drinks and we began walkingI had to see where that head was at cause her gear was mad fat So we must chat about this and thatShe told me what she was in school for She wants to be a lawyer, in other words, shorty studies lawI'm telling shorty I'm a writerAnd as she's looking for the token, she drops a package of the EZ WiderCovers her mouth with her name ringI said, yo don't sweat the technique, shorty rocks, I do the same thingBut yet I use Philly bluntsShe said, "I never dealt with Philly blunts because I heard that's for silly stunts"I said nah they burn slowerRight now I really don't know ya But maybe later on, I can get to show you[Hook]A ghetto love is the law that we live byDay by day I wonder why my shorty had to dieI reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shortyA ghetto love is the law that we live byDay by day I wonder why my shorty had to dieI reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shorty [Verse 2]So now we sitting on the trainBesides her fingernails, now shorty got the hairdo of pain Now understand she got flavaA tough leather jacket with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave herGot off the train about 6:34She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog, so we hit the storeWent to the crib and turned the lights onA mad magazine standFrom Essence to Right OnA leather couch, stereo system with crazy cd'sUnderstand, kid, she got G'sShe said Cheeks, do what you want She said I'm gonna feed the dogI said, alright well I'mma roll this bluntShe came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirtA yo, fam I got a tender-roni girlWe're sitting on the couch chatting We're smoking blunts off the balcony We're staring at ManhattanShe started feeling on my chest I started feeling on the breasts And there's no need for me to stress the restA yo, I got myself a winnerWe sparked a blunt before we ate and a blunt after we ate dinnerShe had a tattoo she only wanted yo to see But first dim the lights and turn up the JodeciI'm like whatever shorty rock, we can swing it like thatCause on the real this is where it's at [Hook]A ghetto love is the law that we live byDay by day I wonder why my shorty had to dieI reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shortyA ghetto love is the law that we live byDay by day I wonder why my shorty had to dieI reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shorty[Verse 3]I woke up the next day on the waterbedA letter's on the pillow and this what the letter said It said, "Cheeks, I'll be home around twoYou was deep in your sleep so I didn't want to bother you"I left my number for shorty to call me laterGot dressed, smoked a blunt, and then I bounced towards the elevatorI got a beep around threeI'm asking shorty what's up with you, she's asking what's up with meAnd now we been together for weeksCandlelight dinner with my shorty, crack a forty with my naughty freaksHey man, I never been in loveBut every time I'm burstin' in and outta stateIt's shorty that I'm thinking ofI'm hanging out with my crewI get a beep from ReneeBecause Renee uses Code Two But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukesShe says "Renee has been shot, So Cheeks, meet me up at St. Luke's"I jumps on the Van WyckI gotta make it there quickA yo , this shit is gettin' mad thickNot even thinking about the po-nineI'm doing a buck, who gives a fuckI'm smokin' boom and the whole nineI gotta see what's going onBut by the time I reach the hospital, they tell me "Mr. Cheeks, Renee is gone"I'm pouring beer out for my shorty who ain't here I'm from the ghetto, so listen, this is how I shed my tears [Hook]A ghetto love is the law that we live byDay by day I wonder why my shorty had to dieI reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shortyA ghetto love is the law that we live byDay by day I wonder why my shorty had to dieI reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shortyA ghetto love is the law that we live byDay by day I wonder why my shorty had to dieI reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shortyA ghetto love is the law that we live byDay by day I wonder why my shorty had to dieI reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shorty Asta e post we

Care are 1 euro cv pt mine?

Eu de anul nou imi iau Arma 3, DayZ si alte jocuri si nu cred ca mai intru pe samp...

I-am zis muie la un moderator global, XeS parca Refuz să devin sclavul B-Zone-ului. Dacă sunt OBLIGAT să fac minim 20 de ore pe lună, nu mai are niciun sens să-mi petrec timpul în jocul ăsta demodat şi plictisitor. Oricum jucam aici doar din plictiseală, când şi când. Pe lângă faptul că 90% din server sunt copii fără minte, mai bagă şi reguli ca să te facă nolifer. Dacă nu ştiţi să preţuiţi jucătorii vechi, maturi şi abili, fie ei şi inactivi, primiţi în facţiuni toţi copiii care fac interviuri trase la xerox (pentru că ăsta va fi viitorul News Reporters) sau care au nevoie de [/gps] să te ducă la o destinaţie nu ai cum să te aştepţi să-ţi crească nivelul serverului sau ca lumea să fie atrasă de el în continuare. Şi tot n-o să crească activitatea, fac pariu! Băieţii o să stea AFK şi la [/service] şi, în special, la [/report], tot n-o să răspundă nimeni! Stafful e inactiv dar ei au pretenţii ca facţiunile să fie active? V-aţi bătut joc de noi din 2015 până în prezent (cu conturile premium permanente, cu skinurile pe care am dat 7.000.000$ şi acum sunt puţin peste 1kk, cu Maverick, Monster şi Shamal în DS şi lista poate continua la nesfârşit) şi acum vreţi să ne transformaţi în noliferi? Nu, dragilor, jucătorii cu cap o să se retragă. Ştii de ce? Una e să fii nolifer din plăcere, cum am fost şi eu, chit că-mi petreceam aproape tot timpul liber în joc, mă distram, şi asta era tot ce conta, şi alta e să ţi se impună să fii nolifer. Ultima mie de ore jucată o regret, pentru că am jucat deşi mă plictiseam, deşi conştientizam că nu ar mai trebui să joc, că nu ar mai trebui să accept toate rahaturile din partea lui Kelton. Dar, neavând mintea suficient de coaptă, nici un PC performant cum am acum, am continuat să joc ca un bou, în loc să stau o mie de ore îmbogăţindu-mi cultura generală. Asta e, nu pot da timpul înapoi. Oricum SA:MP-ul nu mai aduce nimic nou, cred că toţi jucătorii cu 3 ani+ pe comunitate joacă aici doar de dragul unor vechi prieteni, cum e şi cazul meu. GTA V e viitorul, acolo vor juca veteranii, acolo sper să avem un control mai mare asupra serverului, nu să fim conduşi de un tiran cum e domnul Coteţ, şi tot acolo sper să joc din distracţie, nu că mă obligă Kelton. - OldNab Muie B-Zone

Single sau nu, laba buna e!

Sunt Schutzstaffel SS dar am luat suspend paa pe 1...