Ask for some critical songs! Criticize reality and life. Rap is the best.

I smoked almost the same cigarette, and it took almost a day.

Time is almost idle, and the money spent is similar.

The taste should be almost salty, and life should be almost cheap.

I've been living on its edge for almost a year.

There are similar girls in similar Taipei city.

I did it almost several times in the same position.

Watch the same TV and eat the same things.

Write similar words and swear similar words.

Almost nightlife and drinking almost the same wine.

Listening to the same music and getting drunk is almost embarrassing.

Almost desperate, almost dreaming.

Wearing the same clothes, my head is almost empty.

Almost talking, almost complaining.

It is time. I'm almost home.

Call a deer a horse, almost.

Go ahead. Go ahead. The blind touch the elephant. Is it bad?

I'm Mr. Almost. Mine is going to be born soon.

It means I'm naive. It means I'm a bitch.

This is almost a life, and this question is very difficult.

Almost, sir. Mine is coming soon.

It means I'm naive. It means I'm a bitch.

I've been stuck in a needle for almost my whole life.

Almost repetition is always almost without hesitation.

Similar feelings will always be similar heavy products.

Almost lonely, almost poisonous

On a similar road, I am also suffering from similar hardships.

I took about the same medicine and slept about the same.

Almost trouble almost drives me crazy.

Almost bad, almost wonderful.

Almost noisy and almost cock

Almost Chinese style is almost blindfolded.

Dragging a tent almost killed you.

Almost the same singer, almost the same goal.

Almost all microphones are singing, and almost all Hulong people are crying for poverty.

Almost like a pig's head

It happened that I was almost friends with them.

It is better to tell a similar lie and be almost scared.

Swearing is choking, otherwise what do you want?

I'm Mr. Almost. Mine is going to be born soon.

It means I'm naive. It means I'm a bitch.

This is almost a life, and this question is very difficult.

Almost, sir. Mine is coming soon.

It means I'm naive. It means I'm a bitch.

I've been stuck in a needle for almost my whole life.

Almost you, almost me.

Almost. He's quick. Damn it.

It was almost developed, almost playing haha.

He cursed the fork, quack, quack, quack, quack.

Almost, sir. He smells like a joke and a curse.

It's almost impossible to jump, so jump.

Almost like a tortoise, but the tortoise is clumsy.

Is this almost a good life for him?

Is almost a race to the top, want to swim to the top.

I almost meditated on the release of Amen and Fobu in my mind.

Almost life is very street. I almost became a street friend.

I sang eighty-eight songs, almost all of them.

Mr. Almost won't care so much.

How should the days be spent? What about 2008?

I'm Mr. Almost, Hot Dog.

I'm Mr. Almost. I'm Mr. Almost. ...

I'm Mr. Almost. Mine is going to be born soon.

It means I'm naive. It means I'm a bitch.

This is almost a life, and this question is very difficult.

Almost, sir. Mine is coming soon.

It means I'm naive. It means I'm a bitch.

I've been stuck in a needle for almost my whole life.

I'm Mr. Almost.

The whole song rap, HOTDOG's song is in this style

There are also "outlaws" throughout.

The lyrics are good, and it's also rap

A Yue: Listen to me. I dreamed of flying away with you and growing old with you.

But I have vanished, forgetting that we promised to forget that we once loved you.

I can't take you away. I made a big mistake. I have to go alone. I must bear all my sins.

You must leave the familiar street corner. Please don't forget that there is a light rain in my air tonight.

When I pulled the trigger, my soul had been sold to the devil.

Ironically, I really want to ask God to help me save some dignity.

Think about mom's face. I'm sorry. Will I see you again in these years?

Mom, I made a mistake. Will you forgive me? I'm at the end of my rope.

As a fugitive in the eyes of others, where can I hide?

My brother is far away from me, and I still foolishly believe in morality.

Does the so-called human nature want to exchange blood and tears for lessons and don't want to get along?

I want to say that after I finish this job, I won't pull it down, but I can't stop crying when I think about it.

Let's leave now. Don't ask where the road is. Going against the wind is the only way.

Let's leave now. I don't want to ask where the road is, alas, what level?

When the car rumbled, the dream began to hurt, rolled up the wind and reshaped every face.

The night fog is so thick, so open and so turbulent that there is a hunch that the end of the road is a maze.

Xiao Li: Hey, kid, I think I know what you mean. What happened to you.

I have appeared in different faces several times in my life.

I don't have a better explanation for this, but I think today may be the right day.

Each of us gave our lives in a comfortable posture and in a good way.

Whether it is confession or excuse, it is hard for a person to resist the unkindness of fate no matter how capable he is.

This truth is simple, but accepting it or not is another matter. True love does not come.

It's just a malicious delay without warning

Don't let a woman's stupidity become an argument between you and yourself.

Hua Jian: Why do you still feel insufficient? Is it greed?

Why did you work so hard, so hard to pursue your dreams, and finally didn't move?

Why does Wan Li's face look dull and unhappy under the clear sky? Who does he cry to with his eyebrows locked?

Why do you want to go to the movies? Damn typhoons are chosen every weekend.

Why are some people in this world poor and crazy, and some people have money to use money as pillows?

Why is the story of sour nose in the news only for thieves who steal bread to feed their mothers?

Why does one hundred become one thousand, ten thousand and one hundred thousand?

Why can't I write a bird to read if I want to break my head?

Rolfe: We don't have to care about the future.

Like a poem written by a psychopath? Or a festival with fireworks?

Let it go. We all live only once. Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, everything stops.

Truth is just an ornament in a dark room until the absurdity is proved.

Only when the eyes are bright will there be a chance to show its value, and no one can decide.

Roaming or sprinting? We are all in the sea. I feel like sand.

This may be what you call illegal?

Let's leave now. Don't ask where the road is. Going against the wind is the only way.

Will the outlaws go all out? Is there a dead end or a hiding place? )

Let's leave now. I don't want to ask where the road is. What level is fate?

Desperados should go all out to catch their breath and give me a hiding place at the end of the road.

When the car rumbled, the dream began to hurt, rolled up the wind and reshaped every face.

Will the outlaws go all out? Is there a dead end or a hiding place? )

The night fog is so thick, so open and so turbulent that there is a hunch that the end of the road is a maze.

Desperados should go all out to catch their breath and give me a hiding place at the end of the road.

I hope I can help you, please adopt ~