sağlık bakanı recep akdağ ın erzurum da kendisi ile tokalaşmayan durmuş şahin isimli vatandaşa sarfettiği cümledir.
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edit: durmuş şahin olayın akabinde cezaevinede bulmuştur kendisi evet.
(bkz: kal gelmek)
trafoberk uzun zamandır sözlükte gerçekleşmeyen sozlukten gidiyorum diyerek karizma yapmak akımını tekrar güncellediği için sözlükle olan ilişiği kesilmiştir.
gönül yine de söylemeden edemiyor tabii en ufak bir eleştiride ortaya çıkan bu "ben gidiyorum abi, buralar artık eskisi gibi dutluk değil, kimse de beni anlamıyor zaten" tribi de nedir. hayır en ufak bir eleştiride gidilecek olsa en önce bizlerin gitmesi gerekir, madem bir iş yapılıyor o zaman onun arkasında durmak gerekir, ha yok bu işler takdir almak amacıyla yapılıyor da takdir yerine eleştiri gelince "ben gidiyorum ağalar" heyecanı yaşanıyorsa söylenecek söz bulunamamaktadır.
lakin daha önce de sözlük genelinde mükerrer defalar gündeme getirilen bir konu vardır. sözlükten gidecek olan kişinin "ben gidiyorum" tribine girmesine gerek yoktur. tanrının bizlere vermiş olduğunu güzeliklerden biri olan irade olgusu ile sözlüğe girilmeyebilir ki bunun örnekleri de mevcuttur akabinde hayatınızda rahatsızlık veren, sizi üzen, çileden çıkartan sözlük oluşumundan kurtulabilir, durduk yerde bireyleri gidişinizle üzmezsiniz.evet.
gönül yine de söylemeden edemiyor tabii en ufak bir eleştiride ortaya çıkan bu "ben gidiyorum abi, buralar artık eskisi gibi dutluk değil, kimse de beni anlamıyor zaten" tribi de nedir. hayır en ufak bir eleştiride gidilecek olsa en önce bizlerin gitmesi gerekir, madem bir iş yapılıyor o zaman onun arkasında durmak gerekir, ha yok bu işler takdir almak amacıyla yapılıyor da takdir yerine eleştiri gelince "ben gidiyorum ağalar" heyecanı yaşanıyorsa söylenecek söz bulunamamaktadır.
lakin daha önce de sözlük genelinde mükerrer defalar gündeme getirilen bir konu vardır. sözlükten gidecek olan kişinin "ben gidiyorum" tribine girmesine gerek yoktur. tanrının bizlere vermiş olduğunu güzeliklerden biri olan irade olgusu ile sözlüğe girilmeyebilir ki bunun örnekleri de mevcuttur akabinde hayatınızda rahatsızlık veren, sizi üzen, çileden çıkartan sözlük oluşumundan kurtulabilir, durduk yerde bireyleri gidişinizle üzmezsiniz.evet.
aerosmith sahaseri dream on’dan sample’lar bulunan eminem sarkisidır. ikisi de birbirinden lezizdir.
these ideas are nightmares for white parents
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
like whatever they say has no bearing
its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
to see him walking around with his headphones blaring
alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
he’s a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
when he talks about his fuckin’ dad walkin out
cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
but if he ever saw him again, he’d prolly knock him out
his thoughts are whacked, he’s mad so he’s talkin’ back
talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
he sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
his step-father hit him so he socked him back
and broke his nose, this house is a broken home
there’s no control, he just lets his emotions go
come on...
sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me,just for today
maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away
entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
in the land of the killers, a sinner’s mind is a sanctum
only you’re unholy, only have one homey
only this gun, lonely, cuz don’t anyone know me
but everybody just feels like they can relate
i guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
its like kids hang on every single statement we make
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?
from standin’ on corners and porches just rappin’
to havin’ a fortune, no more kissin’ ass
but then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
fans turn on you, attorney’s all gonna turn it to
to get their hands on every dime you have
they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
so they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
you need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
but all their kids been listen’n to me religiously
so i’m signing cds while police fingerprint me
they’re for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
if i’m such a fuckin’ menace, this shit doesnt make sense, pete
it’s all political, if my music is literal and i’m a criminal,
how the fuck can i raise a little girl?
i couldn’t. i wouldn’t be fit to
you’re full of shit too, guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
they say music can alter moods and talk to you
but can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
just tell the judge it was my fault, and i’ll get sued
see what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
and they want to get one, cos they think the shit’s cool
not knowin’ we’re really just protectin’ ourselves
we’re entertainers, of course this shit’s affecting our sales
you ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
we just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
it’s fucked up ain’t it, how we can come from practically nothin’
to bein’ able to have any fuckin’ thing that we wanted
it’s why we sing for these kids that don’t have a thing
except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
or for anyone who’s ever been through shit in they lives
so they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
we’re nothing to you, but we’re the fuckin’ shit in their eyes
that’s why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
squeeze it and hold it, ’cos we consider these minutes golden
and maybe they’ll admit it when we’re gone
just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
and we can...
these ideas are nightmares for white parents
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
like whatever they say has no bearing
its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
to see him walking around with his headphones blaring
alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
he’s a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
when he talks about his fuckin’ dad walkin out
cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
but if he ever saw him again, he’d prolly knock him out
his thoughts are whacked, he’s mad so he’s talkin’ back
talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
he sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
his step-father hit him so he socked him back
and broke his nose, this house is a broken home
there’s no control, he just lets his emotions go
come on...
sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me,just for today
maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away
entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
in the land of the killers, a sinner’s mind is a sanctum
only you’re unholy, only have one homey
only this gun, lonely, cuz don’t anyone know me
but everybody just feels like they can relate
i guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
its like kids hang on every single statement we make
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?
from standin’ on corners and porches just rappin’
to havin’ a fortune, no more kissin’ ass
but then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
fans turn on you, attorney’s all gonna turn it to
to get their hands on every dime you have
they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
so they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
you need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
but all their kids been listen’n to me religiously
so i’m signing cds while police fingerprint me
they’re for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
if i’m such a fuckin’ menace, this shit doesnt make sense, pete
it’s all political, if my music is literal and i’m a criminal,
how the fuck can i raise a little girl?
i couldn’t. i wouldn’t be fit to
you’re full of shit too, guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
they say music can alter moods and talk to you
but can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
just tell the judge it was my fault, and i’ll get sued
see what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
and they want to get one, cos they think the shit’s cool
not knowin’ we’re really just protectin’ ourselves
we’re entertainers, of course this shit’s affecting our sales
you ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
we just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
it’s fucked up ain’t it, how we can come from practically nothin’
to bein’ able to have any fuckin’ thing that we wanted
it’s why we sing for these kids that don’t have a thing
except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
or for anyone who’s ever been through shit in they lives
so they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
we’re nothing to you, but we’re the fuckin’ shit in their eyes
that’s why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
squeeze it and hold it, ’cos we consider these minutes golden
and maybe they’ll admit it when we’re gone
just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
and we can...
x: eyvah abim!
y: iyi misin muzaffer?
x: çekilmez şimdi abim 2 saat bıdı bıdı.
y: haklısın.
x: haklıyım.
y: iyi misin muzaffer?
x: çekilmez şimdi abim 2 saat bıdı bıdı.
y: haklısın.
x: haklıyım.
hakkında yazacak o kadar şey varken hiçbir şey yazamadığım insandır. ışık görmüş tavşan gibi oluyorum her seferinde.
winning eleven ile birlikte kullanıcılarını uykusuz bırakmak için gizli bir mutabakata vardıklarını düşündüğüm cihazdır.
live earth performansları ile hala ne kadar değerli olduklarını göstermiş olan gruptur.
istanbul 2. bölgeden aday olması neticesinde gönül rahatlığı ile oy kullanmamızı sağlayacak olan bireydir kendisi.
sen yıllar yılı birbirinden başarılı yayınlara, haberlere imza at, ne bileyim şanlı bir geçmişe sahip ol lakin milletin aklında 2 kuruşluk kamasutra özentiliğinle kal. hayat işte, ne tuhaf, vapurlar filan.evet.
insanımsı robotlardır.
bir odakule de, bir babylon da sanatlarını icra ederek anlam karmaşası yaratsalar da leziz insanlar topluluğudur her halükarda.
silinen başlık: aysel gurel le iliskiye girmek
silinme sebebi: başlık açayım derken tamamen saçmalamak
silen: angelus
silinme sebebi: başlık açayım derken tamamen saçmalamak
silen: angelus
seçim otobüsüne nazaran daha ufak boyutlarda ve daha dinamik bir konumda bulunan araçtır. girip çıkmadığı sokak, cadde, mahalle yoktur. "2 saat siesta yapayım" şeklinde bir düşünceye sahip olan bireylerin baş düşmanıdır.
silinen başlık: ezana baslamadan once imamin are you ready demesi
silinme sebebi: bir takım etik değerler konusunda hassas olunması sebebi ile silinmiştir.
silen: angelus
silinme sebebi: bir takım etik değerler konusunda hassas olunması sebebi ile silinmiştir.
silen: angelus
silinen başlık: silinmesini istediginiz basliklar
silinme sebebi: isteyenin bir yuzu vermeyenin iki yuzu kara
silen: angelus
silinme sebebi: isteyenin bir yuzu vermeyenin iki yuzu kara
silen: angelus
bugüne kadar gerçekleşmiş olan en güzel coverı green day tarafından yapılmış olan eserdir. hayır uytanmasan, john lennon ın mezarında ters dönmeyeceğini bilsem ondan da güzel söylediklerini zikretmem işten bile değildir.evet.
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