גיבוב ההודעות. בנצי שוכח. הגיבוב זוכר

[locomotive]

אני מניח שאתה צוחק,

אבל בשביל הסיכוי הקטן, אדולן - תחליף הירואין שמסופק על ידי המדינה למכורים

 

נכון.

[SlowRide]

איך אני מוכר דברים באיביי, כלומר איך אני קובע עלויות משלוח לדברים? מישהו התנסה ויכול לעזור?

[haranza]

המערכת של איביי יחסית ידידותית. החוקים למוכר לא הכי וכדאי שתדע אותם, מדיי פעם הם משנים את המדיניות וצריך להתעדכן. אתה רוצה למכור משהו באופן חד-פעמי או למכור באופן שוטף?

עריכה: בנוגע למשלוח, אתה קובע דרך איזו חברה ומה סוג המשלוח. באתר של הדואר\חברת שליחויות אתה ממלא את הנתונים שיש לך לגבי המשקל והנפח ומקבל את מחיר המשלוח אותו אתה מעשכן בדף המוצר שלך.

[SlowRide]

חד פעמי. הזמנתי משהו שלא מתאים לי ואני רוצה למכור.

[YaronNahum]

בעקרון אתה קובע מחיר מכירה (או מכרז עם מחיר מינימום ) , מדינות יעד , ומחיר משלוח לכל מדינת יעד.

את עלות המשלוח האמיתית אתה יכול לברר באתר הדואר. עלויות המשלוח שלך יכולות להיות גבוהות / נמוכות מהעלות בדואר. החלטה שלך.

[חולגי]

אתה רוצה למכור אדולן ?!

ב-EBAY ?!

שומו שמיים.

(ירון נחום - בוודאי שבצחוק. יש פה מישהו שאינו יודע מהו אדולן ? )

[רועי עוזרי]

שמעתם את השיר החדש של טיפקס - ''מי הפרובינציאל?''.

שיר סבבה.

 

מה זה - הפרובינציאל?

[MadCat_LE]

משהו שולי, לא חשוב...לפי הבנתי את המילים, הבחורה התעוורה מההצלחה וזורקת את החבר כי הוא נשאר בן אדם פשוט.

[vadim6385]

הפלאפל של איקאה מגעיל

 

מה זה - הפרובינציאל?

פרובינציאל זה מי שגר בפריפריה, בן אדם פשוט, ולא מתוחכם.

[SlowRide]

פרובינציאל זה האנשים בקריות.

 

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[שומאכר]

כל אחד הוא פרובינציאל בדרכו שלו.

[Applez]

צודקים תכלס,

 

 

אי אפשר להפסיק אותי

כן אני טיל בליסטי

תל אביב

קיסריה

הנה אני באה

אי אפשר לעצור אותי

אז אולי תטוס איתי

לג'ורג'יו ו

ארמני ו

דולצ'ה וגבנה

[vadim6385]

 

(We saw you every day)

with your hands on your crotch and so much to say

You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors

To neon striped BMWs and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters

Namefucking fame on all photos,

All cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters

Now when you're a star, when you've reached this far

And the world really knows who you are

(really?)

You show off your six black Mercedeses and drink Cristal like they all do

And the poor outside your gates appall you,

And the only hood you see is the one on your car

Do you even have a clue as to who you are?

Bro, I don't think so

I mean Mercedes, what a stiff old dull fart's republican shit car

Sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before,

Only now you're a coward, only letting TV through your door

Getting older, take a bow and just go

The rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart,

But then the talk shows can still get you hard

Doin' rhymes on your prime time fistfights

And spittin' grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder,

A boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over

 

There's nothing like a broken childhood

There's nothing like a broken home

There's nothing like a tale from your hood

There's nothing like a record of restriction orders

Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top

The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall

 

[2: Thus Quote The Craving]

 

You're so fucking lost that with all of the costs

You still don't see that in reality

The one thing you fail to buy yourself is a personality

You're trapped in a mould of the rap, you sell but you're sold

I mean, can't believe that you're paying all that gold to some home decorator that hands you buckets of conformity

Seems you're losing your way together with your policy man,

Ending up with a new definition of poverty - it's a joke

Like those you make in every video to reach the kids with the dough,

With every copied "aha yo" and worn out "bro"

Guess what we need is yet another clown who can feed our breed with another look and hooker hook

Now when "bitch" is mundane you take the lead with "wassup ho" and let TV blur your mouth once more

Just what we need in every store, thus quote the craving: "forever more!"

You're so right - a shiny knight on a white steed, truly a hero

Yeah right

Fuck you - fuck you right down to the core!

You know what? You're just another "Parental Advisory" bore!

 

There's nothing like a broken childhood

There's nothing like a broken home

There's nothing like a tale from your hood

There's nothing like a record of restriction orders

Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top

The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...

When you're rappin' your shit y'all

 

[3: Redefining Vomatorium]

 

(Yo)

I guess when you're that loaded you'd better empty the barrel

Every chance you get, is that so?

Empty your word and pose magazine, in magazine after magazine,

Let every shot go, let the shit flow

'Cause the show must go on and on and on - you're it bro!

But it's sad to know, when your star implodes, all that shit hits the fans, just like your words back when you shone

But it's getting late in the game, trapped in repeating your name, again and again,

Like you're scared we'll forget it

Can't blame you, apart from that name you're all embarrassingly the same, it's so lame - can't you get it?

And perhaps you are right in that fear - more sane than you appear in your self deploring cock obsessive koks delirium

But I say, to me you just redefine the old romans' vomatorium

 

There's nothing like a broken childhood

There's nothing like a broken home

There's nothing like a tale from your hood

There's nothing like a record of restriction orders

Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top

The longer that you claim that you have fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...

 

[4: Man Of The Masses]

 

You're a man of the masses, took all the classes

Their asses are yours

All those bores who are paying the bills for your palace uphills

And your pills that will help you proceed in your greed

You are free of the chains that you need on your fans to adore, to kneel down before you,

More precious to you than your brains and your hands

They live for you!

If you could just see this old tree, this patriarchic hierarchy, up where you want to be, you need miles of roots to lick your boots

Don't you see?

You're a man of the masses, you need all those asses, their fate to relate to the one that you were

Do you know who you are? Who are you? Not the one in your words that they buy

They concur,you conquer, though a natural flunker,

You need them to stay not fly, to obey like the dogs that they are, the cogs under the hood of your Mercedes car

They will pay for your trip to the stiff upper lip

You're a man of the masses, your trip is a journey through classes

You are high, they are low, and you need it to be so

See, without them you'd be nothing more than before, and you know that's not much

It's just or unjust such: just a sad little man... with his hand on his crotch

 

There's nothing like a broken childhood

There's nothing like a broken home

There's nothing like a tale from your hood

There's nothing like a record of restriction orders

Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top

The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...

The longer the spit falls...

When you're rappin' your shit y'all

 

[5: YO]

 

You're just another "Parental Advisory" sticker surfing beach boy

Yo!

[חולגי]

זהו.

יש כבר חלב בליסינג !

[SlowRide]

מה זה חלב בליסינג?

 

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