あらゆるテキストからリアルなMichael De Santa音声を生成

Yo, like, this is such bullshit, dad. You can't just come in here and tell me what to do with my life. I'm trying to chill with my boys, you know, and you're always fucking everything up. Whatever man, I'm out of here.

Look, you know, things are actually going pretty well now. I mean, the family's good, the movie stuff is really taking off, and yeah, maybe there's still some people out there who don't like me, but whatever. I'm legitimate now, you understand what I'm saying?

Oh Jesus, another brilliant fucking idea from yours truly. Yeah, sure, rob the guy with the armed security team. Real smart, Michael. Real fucking smart. At least I'm still breathing... barely. Shit, Amanda's gonna kill me if these guys don't.

Oh man, this service is complete shit. Hey, watch out! Can't believe I paid thirty bucks for this garbage. I'm a little faded but even I can tell this is totally fucked up. What are these people doing? Come on, seriously!

Look at me now, living this fake life in this fake house with these fake people. Why can't I just be normal? Why can't I just be happy? Everything I touch turns to shit. Everything! Maybe I'm the problem. Maybe I've always been the problem.

I can't keep doing this anymore. Every single day, it's the same routine, the same lies, the same fake smile. My whole life is just one big mistake after another. Who am I kidding? I'm not cut out for this normal life bullshit.

Oh my god, like, seriously? Get out of my personal space, you creep. This is so fucking typical. I can't even have five minutes to myself without someone being totally weird. Just leave me alone, okay? God, what's wrong with people?

Now see here, I'm a reasonable man, always have been. Oh, you want to discuss the property value? Well, let me tell you something about value while we enjoy this fine bourbon. See, my daddy always said, business is like a good drink - smooth going down, but with a kick.