Funny Raps To Roast Your Friends の小説・ストーリー

Two girls completely drunk in broad daylight, blasting Michael Bolton songs and other oldies as they perform in front of a white terrier. "How can we be lovers if we can't be friends, how we start over when the fighting... never ends baby..." Kyrah begins and I join in. "How can we make love if we can't make amends?" I hiccup. "How can we be lovers if we can't be... can't be friends, whoo!" I yell. "I love this jam, Kyrah!" I say, opening another bottle of alcohol as Kyrah continues singing, nearly tripping over Snow who tries to run away and I laugh when Kyrah grabs him and carries him and begins twirling around with him. Poor pup looks so confused.

It just connects with your soul and keeps pulling you close just like this amazing song. Breathless by Shayne Ward was playing and I yearned to sing along. Peeking at Mr. Grumpy's pants I saw his eyes were closed and I stood up, doing a ballroom dance alone while singing along. "You leave me breathless... You're everything good in my life..." The next song playing turned out to be about friends by Bebe Rexha and I momentarily glanced at Susie before joining in the chorus. "Fuck fake friends! We don't need them. I've had it up to the ceiling..."

So, I had to put on ice the conversation. "Mr. Denver, do you have some music?" "Of course I do." He switched on the music player and a familiar rhythm were coming from it. It was Bob Marley's Don't Worry, Be Happy. This song was meant to make people happy, but this time, it grieved me. "Mr. Denver, don't you have Skepta or Youngthug, Travis Scott or" "I do not have any of that son! Those are for gangsters, or are you a gangster, Mr. Sam?"

For today, we are singing 2U/Ride/Young Dumb&Broke We occasionally shoot mashups and post in on out Do It social media. We do have our individual accounts but we also have one for all. We were finally done and were walking out but then Jack pushed me to the wall, then hit above my head, then Dylan did, then Caleb and Jonah follow by lastly Logan who made it scarier. They all started laughing and my face started heating, soon I joined them. "Told you you'll pay" Jack laughed harder. "Yeah yeah, whatever" I rolled my eyes and we all made our way to the car.

"I don't wanna be your ex. We way too good at being friends. Can we still hang out? On the low get wild I don't wanna be your, I don't wanna be your..." Karabo and I sang along to Kiana Ledé with K complaining the whole way about our noise. Karabo is so much fun to be with and he's already like a brother to me.

// I shoot u like a movie, keep Ya fans behind the sin, // Arranging children on a queue is the only time u'll ever form a line // Berra Get Ya face cap and cover Ya shame // Braaaaaaaaaah 🎶 Ariana dropped the mic on the ground accompanied with a chants of her name, and a few mocking Lloyd. "Damn. She got some bars. About you put behind prison bars kiddo. Show us what you got" The DJ chuckled. Lloyd grinned, picking up the mic 🎶 If you got a grenade stuck up your p*ssy, you still ain't gonna blow // thinking your game while I played u like lotto card, now watch me fist blow and leave u bloody like used sanitary pads // this ur last lap, like ur sittin on a SIM, ur ass is on the line // ev

The overhead lights dimmed and he began to play a customized version of Toby Keith’s “I Love This Bar.” “We got winners, we got losers,” he sang in a deep baritone voice, “pot smokers and boozers. We got freshman, we got juniors, and we’ve got lots of slacker seniors.” People laughed and clapped, and when he got to the chorus and sang “I love The Joint,” the place erupted. Leesa and her friends laughed and clapped along with everyone else. When Phillips finished, the MC jumped back onstage and grabbed the microphone. “Tony Phillips, folks!” he said as the applause finally faded. “Thanks for getting us started, Tony. And as always, The Joint appreciates the plug.”

I said to him with so much anger in me. He laughed. He laughed so loud that I got annoyed, and now I wanted to beat him up. "What's funny about what I just said?" My jaw dropped. "You are just so funny. You want to throw hands at your best friend. Oh please, say something else." He laughed more. "Actually, I want to throw hands at a man. And I'm going to do that if the man doesn't hold himself down." I kept a serious face while I went ahead dressing.

Amber had only just finished speaking when the door to the private VIP room was opened. A couple of fierce-looking thugs entered. "Amber Stone, right? I heard that you brought something to settle your debts." She hurriedly pointed at me and said, "Yes, Bobby. Hasn't the boss been looking for women with crescent-shaped birthmarks? "This is my best friend, Roxanne Sweeney. She has the same birthmark on her stomach! "See, I've already brought her here. So about my 50-million-dollar debt—" The head of the thugs, the one she'd referred to as "Bobby", didn't even bother looking at her before pulling up a chair and sitting down.

the bartender asked, pouring the second. "You could say that." Alex took a smaller sip this time. Three drinks in, his filter dissolved completely. "You know what's bullshit?" He was louder than necessary, but who cared? "Friendship. Total bullshit." The bartender raised an eyebrow but kept wiping glasses. "Ten years. Ten fucking years I've been there for her. And now what? She's ghosting me because I got a little hard? Is that a crime?" His heart pounded as he ran unsteady fingers through his hair.