تو چرا همش میخوای کصشر بگی

The sound of "کص ننت" echoed through the crowded room, causing heads to turn and eyebrows to raise. The crude insult cut through the air like a sharp blade, eliciting a mixture of shock and amusement from those who heard it. It was a sound that carried with it a heavy dose of disrespect and disdain, leaving a lingering sense of discomfort in its wake. As the tension from the previous outburst began to dissipate, another sound filled the room - "کصشر". The sibilant hiss of the word sent a shiver down the spines of those who heard it, its venomous tone dripping with malice. It was a sound that spoke of deep-seated resentment and bitterness, a verbal dagger aimed at the heart of its target. The room fell silent, the weight of the word hanging heavy in the air. Amidst the tense atmosphere, a sudden burst of laughter broke out as someone exclaimed, "قیافه کونی آرمان!" The sound of uproarious amusement filled the room, a stark contrast to the tension that had preceded it. It was a sound that brought a sense of levity and joy, a lighthearted moment in the midst of turmoil. The infectious laughter spread like wildfire, breaking down barriers and bringing people together in shared mirth. But just as quickly as the laughter had begun, it was silenced by the harsh sound of "حجقا کصنمک کیری". The vulgar insult cut through the jovial atmosphere like a knife, its crude words leaving a bitter taste in the mouths of those who heard it. It was a sound that spoke of anger and frustration, a verbal weapon wielded with deadly precision. The room fell quiet once more, the weight of the insult hanging heavily in the air. In the aftermath of the tense exchange, a voice broke the silence with a sharp retort: "مقدم کص ننت". The sound of defiance filled the room, a bold declaration of strength and resilience in the face of adversity. It was a sound that carried a sense of pride and determination, a refusal to back down in the face of hostility. The room stirred with renewed energy, the defiant words ringing out like a battle cry. As the tension began to ease, a voice whispered softly, "خلسه كص عمت". The sound of resignation hung heavy in the air, a weary acceptance of the realities of the situation. It was a sound that spoke of fatigue and sorrow, a quiet acknowledgment of the hardships faced. The room fell silent, the weight of the words settling over the gathered individuals like a heavy blanket. Amidst the somber atmosphere, a voice spoke out in defiance: "کصشعر". The sound of determination filled the room, a declaration of strength and perseverance in the face of adversity. It was a sound that carried a sense of resilience and courage, a refusal to be cowed by the challenges that lay ahead. The room stirred with renewed determination, the defiant words echoing through the air like a rallying cry. But just as quickly as the defiance had risen, it was drowned out by mocking laughter: "کونه کص بازی". The sound of derision filled the room, a cruel mockery of the struggles and efforts of those around. It was a sound that spoke of contempt and scorn, a dismissive laughter that belittled and demeaned. The room fell silent, the weight of the mockery hanging heavy in the air. And amidst the silence, a voice rose in protest: "هه هه هه خیلی کص نمکی". The sound of indignation filled the room, a sharp rebuke against the mockery and disrespect. It was a sound that carried a sense of frustration and anger, a refusal to be silenced or ignored. The room stirred once more, the defiant words sparking a fresh wave of energy and determination among those gathered. You can play and download these sounds here.