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дак я ничего не удалял, просто в один прекрасный день она перестала работать в скайпе

нажми удалить устройство, а потом его снова установи

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у меня такое же кресло разъебаное как у дирда на этой фотке

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где это найти

нажми удалить устройство, а потом его снова установи

сделал, не помогло 

Типа такой хуеты.

 

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где это найти

нажми удалить устройство, а потом его снова установи

сделал, не помогло 

 

В скайпе: Инструменты -> Настройки, ищи там видео.

но в вк по прежнему не вылазит разрешить и т.д.

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Глебаста где прогресс 

Southside Lil Baby

 [intro]

Southside on the track, yeah

Southside

Southside

Yeah

Strapped

[Chorus]

I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside

(southside)

Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside

(southside)

Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside

(southside)

I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside (yeah)

Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real

I put the "d" in dope for real

Saint Laurent on my coat for real

That Draco, that Draco (Draco)

I'm with Derez in Clayco (Clayco)

Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one

We had them bands in the neighborhood (neighborhood)

[Verse 1]

Temp fade, new J's (new J's)

All day, catch plays

White tee, dope boy

Move that dope, boy

Trappin' out a bando (bando)

Servin' out a window (window)

Tryna run our mills up (M's up)

That's what we pay the rent for

Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M's in (M's in)

Bad bitch lookin' like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim

I just want push start on my car

Shoutout the hood, they know I'm a God

They know we bang wherever we are

I just took these cuts on stage

Look at these VVS's in my chain

I'm doing better, I can't even complain

Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain (brain)

Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane

With the gang, I ain't switchin' the name

Paper tag, got me switchin' these lanes (lane)

Do anything to get me some chains

These niggas be fuckin' for fame (fame)

[Chorus]

I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside

(southside)

Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside

(southside)

Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside

(southside)

I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside (yeah)

Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real

I put the "d" in dope for real

Saint Laurent on my coat for real

That Draco, that Draco

I'm with Derez in Clayco

Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one

We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]

I'm doing shit that they wishing they could

I'm the frontrunner, break right through the hood

They hated on me, but it's still all good

Draco on me, and it's still all wood

I'm on probation, they let off a fool

They on my drip, tryna see what I do

They takin' notes, tryna study my moves

They tryna do what I do

All-Star weekend, I was gettin' the pack in

Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin'

Big body Benz "beep, beep" when it back in

Real street niggas buyin' bags with the backends

These niggas ain't authentic, they actin'

And I ain't get to the money, they cappin'

What happened?

I thought you was a real one?

Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones

These diamonds dancin' too loud in my ear, so I don't hear them

My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy

We don't fear them

These niggas don't wanna play with us

I swear that we gon' kill them

[Chrous]

I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside

Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside

Shout out Deezy and them Lo's who crippin' on the Southside

I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside

Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real

I put the "d" in dope for real

Saint Laurent on my coat for real

That Draco, that Draco

I'm with Derez in Clayco

Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one

We had them bands in the neighborhood

Strapped

хули ты хотел эй

хули ты хотел не понял

хули ты хотел слыш

хули ты хотел а

хули ты хотел парень

хули ты хотел еще раз

хули ты хотел эй

хули ты хотел скажи мне

КТО ТАКИЕ МУСОРА 

сочная сука джейло уууу дадададада

[Hook: Jake Hill]
I'm not suicidal I don't wanna fucking die
Just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright
But every day I feel like dying
Every day I feel like dying (dying...)

[Verse 1: Josh A]
Why do I even try?
Why do I even write lyrics about how I'm living the life when I'm battling pain and my demons at night
Trying to find a new outlet
The devil pounced in
I hear him howling, my vision clouded
Man I tried to escape but there ain't no way
Try to be strong when I deal with the pain
(yuh) Put a bitch in the coffin, so my family has options
Gonna work till' I'm dead
So that they get the best
Don't wanna set up a bad example cause' kids looking up
Can't leave them in shambles can't make them think clocking out is ok
So fuck suicide I'm here to stay

[Chorus: Josh A]
Try to free my mind
I don't know what's right
Wasting all my time, trying to find the light
Try to free my mind
I don't know what's right
Wasting all my time, trying to find the light
(nah, nah)
I'll be out here running, I'll be running from myself now
Gunning demons down find my way out of this cell now
I'll be running now, I'll be running from myself now
Gunning demons down, find my way out of this cell now

[Hook: Jake Hill]
I'm not suicidal I don't wanna fucking die
Just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright
But every day I feel like dying
Every day I feel like dying (dying...)

[Verse 2: Jake Hill]
One too many bad thoughts inside me
Got a hole in my heart put the past behind me
I'm pressed with time, I'm stressed with life, my breath is ice
I guess I might just bottle it up some more just like always
Barely standing, crawling down the hallways
Sink into my bed, with death inside my head
(Yeah) That note you found I didn't mean it
Just wish I had a better sense of meaning
Never meant to let you down
I've been down now racing thoughts had to drown them out
(Fuck)
Never giving in I swear to god, no matter how many times I pray to a god
I don't believe in just to see if I will never wake up
But he called my bluff

[Chorus: Josh A]
Try to free my mind
I don't know what's right
Wasting all my time, trying to find the light
Try to free my mind
I don't know what's right
Wasting all my time, trying to find the light
(nah, nah)
I'll be out here running, I'll be running from myself now
Gunning demons down find my way out of this cell now
I'll be running now, I'll be running from myself now
Gunning demons down, find my way out of this cell now

[Outro: Jake Hill]
I'm not suicidal I don't wanna fucking die
Just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright
But every day I feel like dying
Every day I feel like dying (dying...)
(Muffled)
I'm not suicidal I don't wanna fucking die
Just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright
But every day I feel like dying
Every day I feel like dying (dying...)

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