wanksta by 50cent WHOOO! Yea, It's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari, F-50, Break it down. I got a lot of livin, to do before I die, And I ain't got time to waste. Let's make it. You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin, You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop frontin. You ain't a friend of mine,(yea) you ain't no kin to mine,(c'mon) What makes you think that I won't run up on you wit the 9, (uh huh) We do this all the time (what), right now we on the grind (yea) So hurry up and cop and go resell it nicks and dimes, (uh huh) Shortie, she so fine, I gotta make her mine, A ass like that, gotta be one of a kind,(Whoo) I crush em everytime, punch em wit every line, I'm fuckin wit they mind, I make em press rewind, They know they can't shine, If I'm around to rhyme, Been on parole since 94, cause I commit the crime, I say them my line, I did it 3 to 9, The D's ran up in my crib, you know who drop the dime. You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin, You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop frontin, You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin, You been hustlin a long time, but you ain't got nothin. You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin, You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop frontin, You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin, You been hustlin long time, but you ain't got nothin. Damn homie, In highschool you was the man homie, What the fuck happened to you, I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda,(uh huh) Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon meet my baretta, Now shortie think I'm a sweat her,(uh huh) I'm sippin on Amaretto, (yea) I'm out here doin stilleta, I know I could do betta, She look good, but I know she after my chedda, She tryin to get in my pockets, homie, and I ain't gon let her, Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet, We in the club doin the same ol two step, Gorilla unit cuz, they say we bugged out, Cause we don't go nowhere without toast be thugged out.

WHEN I’M GONE by Eminem Yeah It’s my life In my own words I guess [Verse 1] Have you ever loved someone so much you’d give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When they know they are your heart And you know you are their armour And you will destroy anyone who will try to harm her But what happens when karma turns right around and bites you And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you What happens when you become the main source of her pain “Daddy look what I made?” “Dad’s gotta go catch a plane” “Daddy where’s mummy? I can’t find mummy, where is she?” “I don’t know, go play, Hailie baby your daddy’s busy.” “Daddy’s writin’ this song, this song ain’t gon’ write itself” “I’ll give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself” Then to write a rhyme in a song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother who’s a spittin’ image of her That’s Slim Shady, yeah baby Slim Shady’s crazy Shady made me, but tonight, Shady’s rockaby baby [Chorus] [x2] And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn, Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I’m lookin’ down on you smiling And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain, just smile back [Verse 2] I keep havin’ this dream – I’m pushin’ Hailie on the swings she keeps screamin’ She don’t want me to sing, “You’re makin mummy cry, why, why’s mummy crying?” “Baby, Daddy ain’t leavin’ no more” “Daddy you’re lying, You always say that, you always say this is the last time, but you ain’t leavin’ no more, Daddy you’re mine!” She’s piling boxes in front of the door tryin’ to block it, “Daddy please daddy don’t leave daddy --no, stop it!” Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket, it’s got a picture, “This’ll keep you safe daddy, take it with you” I look up, it’s just me standin in the mirror, these fuckin' walls must be talkin coz man I can hear ‘em They sayin you got one more chance to do right, and it’s tonight, Now go out there and show ‘em that you love ‘em ‘fore it’s too late And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door it turns to a stage, they’re gone And the spotlight is on and I’m singin...

རི་བོ་འདིའི་ཕ་རོལ་ན། ངའི་ཨ་ཕས་རི་བོ་འདིའི་ཕ་རོལ་ན་རི་ཞིག་ཡོད་ཅེས་གསུངས དེའུ་འབུར་གྱི་མཚམས་ལྷག་ཤོར་བས རྒོད་པོ་ཤིག་གིས་རིག་ལམ་ཇི་ལྟར་ཕྱེས་ཤིང བདག་པོ་ནམ་ཡང་ལྷགས་རྒྱུ་མ་བྱུང ངའི་ཨ་མས་རི་བོ་འདིའི་ཕ་རོལ་ན་མཚོ་ཞིག་ཡོད་ཅེས་གསུངས མཚམས་སྤྲིན་ལ་མིག་ཟུང་དབེན་པས རུས་སྦལ་ཤིག་གིས་ལམ་སྣེ་ཇི་ལྟར་བསྟན་རུང བདག་མོ་ནམ་ཡང་སོན་རྒྱུ་མ་བྱུང ང་འགྲོ་ཁར དགུང་ན་ཉི་ཟླ་གཉིས་ཤར་ཡོད གཅིག་ནི་ང་རེད ཅིག་ཤོས་ནི་ངའི་རྣམ་ཤེས་རེད ང་འགྲོ་ཁར་ཁ་ཆེམས་གང་ཡང་མེད་པར་བཞུད་སོང བཞུད་སོང་བའི་སྔོན་མ་ང་ཡིན་ཅེས་བརྗོད་ན ངས་ཁྱོད་ཚོ་ལ་མུ་མཐུད་ནས་བགྲོད་དང་འཕྱི་མི་འདུག་ཟེར ང་འགྲོ་ཁར ང་རང་ཕྱིར་ཡོང་ཅེས་བའི་སྐད་ཆ་དེ་ནི་ཚིག་གི་སྙིགས་རོ་ཅིག་ཡིན རི་བོ་འདིའི་ཕ་རོལ་ན འདམ་རྫབ་དང་ཁུག་ཀྱོག ཡང་ན་གསོད་གཅོད་ཀྱི་སྟ་རེ་དག་བདོག་ཕྱིར ངས་ཆུང་མ་དྲན་མི་སྲིད་པར་བྱིས་པའང་དེ་བཞིན་དྲན་མི་སྲིད ང་ལ་མཁོ་བ་ནི་རི་འདིའི་ཕ་རོལ་གྱི་རི་དེ་ཡིན་སྲིད་པ་ལས ཁྱེད་ཀྱི་མེ་ལོང་འདྲ་བའི་གཟུགས་བརྙན་དེའང་མིན རང་ཉིད་ཀྱིས་རང་ཉིད་ལ་དྲི་བ་ཞིག་བྲིས་ནས ཁྱོད་ལ་མིག་ཟུང་གཉིས་ཀ་མེད་པས ཁྱོད་རང་གང་དུ་བགྲོད་རྒྱུ་ཡིན་ཅེས་ཟེར་ན ང་རང་རི་བོ་འཚོལ་དུ་འགྲོ་རྒྱུ་ཡིན་ཟེར དེ་བས་རི་བོ་འདིའི་ཕ་རོལ་ན་རི་བོ་དང་ རི་བོའི་དེའི་ཕ་རོལ་ན་མཚོ་མོ་ཡོད་ཕྱིར མཚོ་དང་རི་བོ་གཉིས་ནི་འཚོལ་རྒྱུ་ཞིག་མ་ཡིན་པར སྡུད་རྒྱུ་ཞིག་ཡིན་ཟེར

Gendun Chophel Gendun Chophel was born in 1903 in Sholphang in Rebkong, Amdo. At the age of fourteen, after having learnt to read and write from his father, he entered the local Drisha Monastery. Three years later, he enrolled into the 2,500 monk-strong Labrang Tashi Kyil Monastery. Since a small child, GC had proven himself to be something of a prodigy, reciting long and complex liturgical texts after hearing them only once. By the time Gendun Chophel was in Labrang he had earned for himself the reputation of a master debater; his specialty was in defending positions that in traditional parlance would have resulted in sure and ruinous defeat: once he took up the Jain position, rejected by Buddhists, that plants have consciousness and not one monk in the courtyard could prove him wrong. In the film, his friend recounts how GC unfailingly beat his opponents through such tradition-bending eloquence and wit that his every religious battle inevitably ended with the witnessing monks erupting in rambunctious laughter: “Ho, ho, ho!” Gendun Chophel’s unorthodoxy was revealed early on even in such benign act as reading from a scripture. Once, during a routine recitation in the monastery’s chamber where some hundreds of monks were reading from portions of the Buddha’s 108-volume cannon, their individual incantations riding, crashing and disappearing in the over-arching deafening boom, GC was to be observed in a corner reading his text silently, intently.

I'd give my life for future generations of Tibetans Please don't say, Buddha Tibetan clothes are dirty or not wash, because their hearts, more than anything, clean! They clean the soul, are dirty clothes, but some clean clothes, dirty mind! 　　 But for the national policy provides for the development of tourism in Tibet, I really do not appreciate those who have no faith or people of bad faith, to enter this territory. Please don't say Tibetan people stupid, in fact we are the smartest thing, try to leave something for children, and do not advocate "run out of" the idea! Please do not ask what is our last name, we believe the Buddha! Please do not say that Tibetans cannot self-reliance, to rely on brother provinces and municipalities such as ~~, because the first time to break the isolation of our situation, not our own! Please do not say that in fact, Tibetans are subject to you, please understand that we have a unique beliefs, did not want to pose a threat to anything on our faith! Please don't say Tibetan and Putonghua is not good or something, And even that was only our second language in Putonghua! 　　 Also do not forget that after we fell into this room that the Tibetan language is the first language! Please don't put your so-called gentleman, civilization, science, fashion, values such as well-off to Tibetan areas, because Tibetans know how to pray for everything! 　　 Instead of for yourself! 　　 Please do not because some Tibetan staring at you with a look, or call you a word you don't understand, apologize, it's just they are least able to alert! Please do not present our beliefs as superstition, because saying "you don't understand is that fan, I know is, this is called superstition! "If possible, I'd give my life for future generations of Tibetans