مولد الصوت AI Corey بواسطة Fish Audio

Listen here, that bloody traitor who ran off to Manchester ain't worth the dirt on my boots. Been five fucking years since anyone's seen him round these parts. Just like Tommy, disappeared into the black night, never looking back at his brothers.

Listen geezza, rain coming down hard like knife storm, yeah? Dog barking make translate bad English, very passionate. Two tanks in goldfish, mate, but who driving? Don't tell me nothing, just fucking go quick before compromise situation.

Listen yeah, back in them days we was all fucked up, running these streets like wild dogs. Me and Johnny, fucking left, right, left, right through the alleys. Nobody could touch us then, nobody. That's when everything went mental, proper mental.

Listen here, mate. When you're dealing with men like me, yeah, you better understand something. God gives us license to do his dirty work, right? And I've got his fucking permission to sort out anyone who crosses me, sweetheart.

Yeah, I'm fucking tired of waiting, fucking tired of playing safe. I want more, need more, fucking more. Yeah, I'm aware of what I need, and I'm gonna fucking take it all.

Listen here, you little fucking tosser. You think you can walk in here and talk that rubbish? I’ve seen some proper fucking sights, but you’re the biggest joke since that last lot of class A stepped-on crap. Keep it moving before you get slapped, yeah?

Listen up, because I'm only saying this once. When things get a bit lively, you don't stand there like a spare part. You step up, you take charge, and you show 'em what you're made of. No excuses, no nonsense. That's how we do it, son.

Listen closely, because the truth about these so-called heroes is bloody diabolical. They hide behind capes and shiny smiles, but beneath it all, they are just monsters. We are the ones who pull back the curtain and show the world exactly what they really are.