post ur qt3.14 accents. bonus points if it's thick. extra bonus points if your sister records too.
read dis:
Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, "Nah, forget it." – "Yo! holmes, to Bel-Air."
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
Dei vil alltid klaga og kyta, at me ganga so seint og so smått; men eg tenkjer, dei tarv ikkje syta: me skal koma, um ikkje so brått.
Ja, det skyt ikkje fram, so det dunar (som no ingen kan undrast uppå); men det munar då jamt, ja det munar, so det stundom er hugnad aa sjå.
Lat det ganga fram, lat det siga, berre eitt eg ynskjer og bed: at me ikkje so hogt måtte stiga, at me gloyma vår fedranesed.
Lat oss ikkje forfedrarne gloyma under alt, som me venda og snu, for dei gav oss ein arv til aa goyma, han er storre, enn mange vil tru.
Lat det merkast i meir enn i ordi, at me halda den arven istand, at, når fedrarne sjå att på jordi, dei kan kjenna sitt folk og sitt land.
Caleb Cooper
Has visto verdaderamente has visto la nieve los astros los pasos afelpados de la brisa Has tocado de verdad has tocado el plato el pan la cara de esa mujer que tanto amás Has vivido como un golpe en la frente el instante el jadeo la caída la fuga Has sabido con cada poro de la piel sabido que tus ojos tus manos tu sexo tu blando corazón había que tirarlos había que llorarlos había que inventarlos otra vez.
Anthony Cruz
Jom I omël Jom I omël Jom I omël si shërëbet Çun si un moj çun si un Çun si un ti s'ke me gjet
Robert Nelson
that's actually pretty good.
it's interesting, because the pace and rhythm you read it reminds me alot like my friend Pierre
i got about two lines in before i realised it wasnt some weird german
Blake Fisher
How about my Scottish accent out of nowhere ? I had to refrain from laughing haha
Angel Kelly
At the end you said "s'ke si me gjet"(you cannot possibly find) instead of "s'ke me gjet"(you can't find)
............Artim?
Jack Gutierrez
I hate you all you uninteresting cocksucking shallow niggers. This thread is becoming worse by the day. A couple months ago you would find interesting content in these threads at least once a day, now it's like once in 2weeks. These days I usually just open the thread and scroll through it when it hits bump limit. I don't understand how you can post the same fucking shit every single fucking thread and manage to enjoy it. Do you all fucking have alzheimers? Do you forget what you posted 2 hours ago for god's sake I hate this russian-pole cancer faggot making these stupid threads and posting soviet soldiers with guns, I hate femanon and her stupidity, planeanon for being a fedora reddit mongler, animeposters, that anime hating underage magyar faggot who occasionally shits up the thread posting dumb shit in Hungarian, and those who feel the need to remind us that they are epic "normies" and describe how their gf looks like every day. And I hate everyone who gives attention to this fucking pile of filth. I hope you all get fucked by elephants.
Kurva anyátok tököm tele van ezzel a fonállal faszom az egészbe ANIME BASSZÁTOK MEG
Logan Edwards
>Jom I omël Jom I omël >Jom I omël si shërëbet >Çun si un moj çun si un >Çun si un ti s'ke me gjet
Is that some jewish song ?
Asher Long
And now for the French acccent. Wew lad, I can't even comprehend how foreign grills love our accent.
At the middle you shouldn't say Ça ka verr,but Ça ka bërë(What has he done) You kinda screwed up the ending,but pretty good
Kayden Jackson
>Nothing was recorded. Please ensure you are close enough to your microphone and your microphone is configured correctly.
this happens since I installed Win10, only happens with Vocaroo, I have no idea what is going wrong and I'm very buttblasted about it because I repair PCs
Mira, no pido mucho, solamente tu mano, tenerla como un sapito que duerme así contento. Necesito esa puerta que me dabas para entrar a tu mundo, ese trocito de azúcar verde, de redondo alegre. ¿No me prestas tu mano en esta noche de fin de año de lechuzas roncas? No puedes, por razones técnicas. Entonces la tramo en el aire, urdiendo cada dedo, el durazno sedoso de la palma y el dorso, ese país de azules árboles. Así la tomo y la sostengo, como si de ello dependiera muchísimo del mundo, la sucesión de las cuatro estaciones, el canto de los gallos, el amor de los hombres.
James Reyes
am i supposed to do it in my normal voice or pretend to be from the outback
(Flemish anthem) Zij zullen hem niet temmen, de fiere Vlaamse Leeuw, Al dreigen zij zijn vrijheid met kluisters en geschreeuw. Zij zullen hem niet temmen, zolang een Vlaming leeft, Zolang de Leeuw kan klauwen, zolang hij tanden heeft. Zij zullen hem niet temmen, zolang een Vlaming leeft, Zolang de Leeuw kan klauwen, zolang hij tanden heeft. Zolang de Leeuw kan klauwen, zolang hij tanden heeft.
De tijd verslindt de steden, geen tronen blijven staan: De legerbenden sneven, een volk zal nooit vergaan. De vijand trekt te velde, omringd van doodsgevaar. Wij lachen met zijn woede, de Vlaamse Leeuw is daar Zij zullen hem niet temmen, zolang een Vlaming leeft, Zolang de Leeuw kan klauwen, zolang hij tanden heeft. Zolang de Leeuw kan klauwen, zolang hij tanden heeft.
O heil’ger Veit von Staffelstein, beschütze deine Franken und jag’ die Bayern aus dem Land! Wir wollen’s ewig danken. Wir wollen freie Franken sein und nicht der Bayern Knechte. O heil’ger Veit von Staffelstein, wir fordern uns’re Rechte!
Napoleon gab als Judaslohn – ohne selbst es zu besitzen – unser Franken und eine Königskron’ seinen bayrischen Komplizen. Die haben fröhlich dann geraubt uns Kunst, Kultur und Steuern, und damit München aufgebaut. Wir müssen sie bald feuern!
Drum, heil’ger Veit von Staffelstein, Du Retter aller Franken: Bewahre uns vor Not und Pein, weis’ Bayern in die Schranken! Wir woll’n nicht mehr geduldig sein, denn nach zweihundert Jahren, woll’n wir – es muss doch möglich sein – durch’s freie Franken fahren!
It's SHITE being Scottish! We're the lowest of the low. The scum of the fucking Earth! The most wretched, miserable, servile, pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization. Some hate the English. I don't. They're just wankers. We, on the other hand, are COLONIZED by wankers. Can't even find a decent culture to be colonized BY. We're ruled by effete arseholes. It's a SHITE state of affairs to be in, Tommy, and ALL the fresh air in the world won't make any fucking difference!
Jonathan Gray
Sorry if I fucked up the recording, I didn't proof listen to it because I hate the sound of my voice
