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NSW to finally ditch rebuild levy for bushfire-affected residents


Wollongong 2500

Residents trying to rebuild in fire-scarred New South Wales will no longer be slugged with a development application fee after the Government bowed to pressure to waive it, as promised last month.

Key points:

  • The NSW Government is being accused of misleading NSW residents after saying DA fees would not apply in fire-affected areas
  • Fishermans Paradise resident Ian Ross, who is trying to build a new shed, says he has been invoiced for a Long Service Levy fee
  • Labor says the fee could cost some families thousands, and that the application of fees is a “slap in the face”

As reported by the ABC on Wednesday, Labor accused the Government of misleading bushfire-affected residents by continuing to collect the Long Service Levy despite saying it would offer fee relief to local councils “for applicable government fees, on all development applications.”

On Wednesday afternoon Deputy Premier John Barilaro said the Government would now work through regulation changes to waive the outstanding fee.

“My priority is to get bushfire-affected communities back on their feet as quickly as possible,” Mr Barilaro said.

“That means helping families and property owners in every way we can on their road to recovery.”

“The regulation changes needed to waive the Long Service Levy will be implemented shortly.”

Fee delays construction

Ian Ross, from Fishermans Paradise on the state’s South Coast, said he was surprised when he received a bill asking him to pay the Long Service Levy to rebuild his crumpled shed.

“It had an explanation to say that it wasn’t a council fee and that it was part of a State Government initiative to pay long service leave for builders,” Mr Ross said.

“I thought it was a bit strange that we’re going to have pay this.

“I thought all of the DA fees were being waived, and the loss was through a natural disaster.”

In an email from Shoalhaven Council, Mr Ross was told he cannot build the shed until the invoice for $140 is paid.

“Council collects the fee to pass onto the Long Service Board,” a council spokesperson said.

“This will need to be paid before we issue the construction certificate.”



Photo:

Ian Ross received an invoice from Shoalhaven Council containing a NSW Government DA fee. (Supplied: Ian Ross)

Levy could cost thousands

Mr Ross said it is only fair the Government ceases to collect the fee and hopes his invoice will now be cancelled.

“I just feel really pleased for the people that have got to pay thousands of dollars that they won’t have to pay that now,” Mr Ross said.

“So that’s a great result, it’s reasonable and the right thing to do and I applaud the decision.”

The levy is calculated at .35 per cent of the cost of the home.

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Shadow Local Government Minister Greg Warren said for some residents it could have added up to thousands.

“If you’re looking at homes into the hundreds of the thousands of dollars this could be a cost in to the tens of thousands of dollars for fire affected families.”

“That is an enormous amount of money.”

“It really is a slap in the face for these local families and local organisations at a time when they’re trying to rebuild their lives and their homes,” Mr Warren said.

Source: https://www.abc.net.au/news


Young Thug – Slimed In Lyrics


[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 1: Nechie]
Fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?), we won’t walk (we won’t walk)
Take ’em down, knock ’em off (knock ’em off)
Yeah my slimes wit me, I was born tinted
You can see who in it, presidential limit
You can see we winnin’, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
I put VVS’ in my mouth (in my mouth)
Straight out the south (out the south), I got clout
I’m with chain gang, now I’m out (now I’m out)
You ain’t gang gang gang, take ’em out (take ’em out)
I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought?
Bitch I’m slicker than a muh, get it out the soil
Insane with them cutters, who want war with the boy?

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in Balmain, it didn’t cost a thing
I’m not 2 Chainz, I got forty (I got forty)
I bust your brain, since we speakin’ of brain
Make your hoe give brain then get lost (then get lost)
I paint her face, you can call me Cozy
Fuck a Ric Flair, I got 70 Rollies
I rock big [checks?], Chinchilla minks, when she cozy
You ain’t gang gang gang gang gang, why you talkin’?
I bought 20 cars for every year that I was walkin’
Made her get an abortion, she ain’t nothing but a thottie
And I got way better bitches ’round I can lock in, I’m still bossin’

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 3: Nechie]
Nechie slang slang slang, ain’t gon waste no time
Boy you ain’t my kind, I get cheese, you drop dimes
Prezi diamonds on my wrist, my neck, my ear (yeah)
Nechie Houdini, I make him disappear (oh yeah)
Get you knocked out (nah), cut the top out (off)
Fuck twelve, yeah we smashin’ on a cop car (cop car)
I’m out on bail sippin’ clean, yeah that real raw (raw)
I’m a thug, I don’t give no damn about no DA or no judge
I get it out the mud (yeah yeah)
Step off in your club and throw a dub (yeah yeah)
Give ’em hell (hell), I might call Lil Baby for a bale, don’t need no scale (scale)
Southside, youngin’ on my side on the mayor


Meek Mill Avoids Jail Time Cops Deal In NYC Traffic Case



Meek Mill avoids jail time in his New York City traffic case.

In August, Meek Mill was arrested in NYC for reckless endangerment after cops say he was spotted stunting on his dirt bikes in the street with his crew. The Philly rapper live streamed his running with law enforcement officials who arrested him on the spot. Cops say they found a video on social media showing the emcee and his crew doing wheelies and weaving in and out of traffic.

Meek denied the whole thing, but it turns out that there was some truth to what the cops were saying. TMZ reported, that the MMG rapper copped a plea deal with the DA’s office which will see the arrest wiped clean off his record if he can stay at least six months without more issues with law enforcement. He will also have to do 30 hours of community service and he already clocks 20 so he is moving pretty fast to get this latest escapade behind him.

Meek Mill was shooting a video at the time when he got caught doing wheelies on the streets of NYC. He was charged with a felony which could have given him some jail time.


Gucci Mane – Nonchalant


[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant


Ice Cube – Nobody Wants To Die (Mafia III Trailer)


[Intro]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Y’all thought I was soft as cotton
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messed around and forgot I was rotten
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
You know my resume
You tell ’em I’m on my way
But nobody (You tell ’em, I’m on my way)
Ah nobody wants to die

[Verse 1]
I keep my mind on my money, I keep my hand on my gunny
Don’t get to playin’ with sonny, unless you Playboy Bunny
I’ll put four in your tummy, tap two in your brain
See the man ain’t playing, if you think it’s a game
Haters whisper my name, suckers want what I slang
Arrogant and I’m vain, DA want me to hang
But let me explain, like Abel and Cain
That the black Grim Reaper is not my brother’s keeper
Revenge, revenge a killer’s on a binge of revenge
It depends if I can live with my sins
Lose family and friends (lost em all)
Now you got to lose life and limb, spit phlegm on them
Got the code of Rakim, homey, jokes ain’t allowed
And you boy ain’t scared to move the crowd with something loud
If you doubt what I’m about, go ahead an run your mouth
I’m the last thing you see when your time is running out, trick

[Hook]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
I’ll send you fast boy, with a blast boy (first class, boy)
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messin’ with the wrong one, send you on that long run
Everybody wants to go to Heaven (I ain’t the one, son)
Pop you like a pro, now you good to go (yeah)
But nobody (Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody)
Ah nobody wants to die

[Verse 2]
You forgot where I come from, you forgot what I do
You forgot what you was sayin’, cuz I’m blockin’ your view
Now I got you on cue, you about to turn blue
Get around me now you actin’ like my little nephew
Boy what you wan’ do? You ain’t gon’ do ish
But go take a ish, is ’bout as funky as it get
Now I’ma have to admit, that I was prolly too nice
But take my advice or I’ll take your life
Now if you still wanna slice, let’s start with the fingers
Let’s move to the toes, and end with the penis
See men are from Mars, now you from Venus
How dumb you got to be tryin’ to think with the genius
It’s the big payback, you can’t clown James Brown
See a brother been down ever since Jamestown
You either swim or you’re drowned, you either gagged or you’re bound
Now you can’t make a sound, boy look at you now

[Hook]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
I’ll send you fast boy, with a blast boy (first class, boy)
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messin’ with the wrong one, send you on that long run
Everybody wants to go to Heaven (I ain’t the one, Crip)
Pop you like a pro, now you good to go (Go on)
But nobody (Nobody, na)
Ah nobody wants to die


Gucci Mane – Nonchalant (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)


[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant


Gucci Mane – Nonchalant Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on atheletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley braclets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defenseless
They love me like its lil christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love form the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Produced By Mike WiLL Made It]


Ty Dolla $ign – Campaign (feat. Future)


Yeah, Hendrix!
(Uh, super, super, super…)
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign….

I brought them bottles on bottles
I fuck with models on models
I’ll take that bitch with molly
I got the racks on racks
Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign
Check out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign

Did some numbers then I went back to the vault
Did some numbers then I went back in and fought
Did some numbers then I went back like the goat
Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche

Did some numbers then I went and copped a 911
Did some numbers then I went and copped my bitch a necklace
Then some corner shawty told me "Boy stop drivin’ reckless"
Got my side, they keep textin’, I ain’t get the message
I stopped fucking ratchet hoes, they be too messy
Kicking kicking shit, like Barcelona, shout out Messi
Better Black or Mexi, Texi, too sexy
Double latex when we sexing, be too risky
I got a lot, I don’t act, I musta flyed with the pack
Fuck on my bitch in the back, yeah she like that
I’ma let you, tell her we never gon’ lose
Momma I’m never going broke
That white girl in love with the coke

I brought them bottles on bottles
I fuck with models on models
I’ll take that bitch with molly
I got the racks on racks
Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign
Check out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign

Did some numbers then I went back to the vault
Did some numbers then I went back in and fought
Did some numbers then I went back like the goat
Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche

Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche
Did some numbers then I had to keep it turnt
Did some numbers, always gotta do the tour
I just seen you flexing, turned up on a check
You gon’ make a nigga fuck up some more racks
I got a light on the DA, I was just fucking the secretary
I keep a choppa with me, you know that shit necessary
You know that shit necessary, you know that shit necessary

I brought them bottles on bottles
I fuck with models on models
I’ll take that bitch with molly
I got the racks on racks
Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign
Check out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign

Did some numbers then I went back to the vault
Did some numbers then I went back in and fought
Did some numbers then I went back like the goat
Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche

Blow the cake up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Blow the cake up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend some cake on her, yeah, yeah, yeah…
Getting out of line, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang bang, roo, roo, roo
You game, game huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah…
Thought he said something
You gotta make calm him down
Thought he said something
You gotta make calm him down

I brought them bottles on bottles
I fuck with models on models
I’ll take that bitch with molly
I got the racks on racks
Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign
Check out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign

Did some numbers then I went back to the vault
Did some numbers then I went back in and fought
Did some numbers then I went back like the goat
Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche

Adderall got me up at full attention
Adderall got a nigga full attention
Fuck the bitch missionary, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the bitch missionary, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the bitch missionary, yeah, yeah, yeah
Waving on these niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know that shit necessary




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