In theoretical computer science, a context-sensitive language is a formal language that can be defined by a context-sensitive grammar (and equivalently by a noncontracting grammar). That is one of the four types of grammars in the Chomsky hierarchy.
Computationally, a context-sensitive language is equivalent with a linear bounded nondeterministic Turing machine, also called a linear bounded automaton. That is a non-deterministic Turing machine with a tape of only kn cells, where n is the size of the input and k is a constant associated with the machine. This means that every formal language that can be decided by such a machine is a context-sensitive language, and every context-sensitive language can be decided by such a machine.
This set of languages is also known as NLINSPACE or NSPACE(O(n)), because they can be accepted using linear space on a non-deterministic Turing machine. The class LINSPACE (or DSPACE(O(n))) is defined the same, except using a deterministic Turing machine. Clearly LINSPACE is a subset of NLINSPACE, but it is not known whether LINSPACE=NLINSPACE.
A bach (pronounced 'batch') (/ˈbætʃ/; (also called a crib in the southern half of the South Island) is a small, often very modest holiday home or beach house. Baches are an iconic part of New Zealand history and culture, especially in the middle of the 20th century, where they symbolized the beach holiday lifestyle that was becoming more accessible to the middle class.
"Bach" was [thought to be] originally short for bachelor pad, but actually they often tended to be a family holiday home. An alternative theory for the origination of the word is that bach is Welsh for small, although the pronunciation of this word is somewhat different. Baches began to gain popularity in the 1950s as roads improved and the increasing availability of cars allowed for middle-class beach holidays, often to the same beach every year. With yearly return trips being made, baches began to spring up in many family vacation spots.
They are almost always small structures, usually made of cheap or recycled material like fibrolite (asbestos sheets), corrugated iron or used timber. They were influenced by the backwoods cabins and sheds of the early settlers and farmers. Other baches used a caravan as the core of the structure, and built extensions on to that. Many cities were dismantling tram lines in the 1950s, and old trams were sometimes used as baches.
Bach is a double-ringed impact basin centered in the Bach quadrangle of Mercury, which is named after this crater.
Elle may refer to:
L'Elle is a 31.8 km long river in Normandy, a right bank affluent of the Vire (river).
It crops north of Rouxeville. It joins la Vire (river) at Neuilly-la-Forêt in the Marais du Cotentin et du Bessin between Bessin and Pays saint-lois.
L'Elle has several affluents ~ among them:
Elle (French: She or Her) is an upcoming French psychological thriller directed by Paul Verhoeven and written by David Birke, based on the novel Oh... by Philippe Djian, and starring Isabelle Huppert. The film tells the story of a businesswoman, Michèle (Huppert), who is raped in her home by an unknown assailant and stalks him back. It is Verhoeven's first feature film in ten years after his 2006 film Black Book, and his first in French language.
Michèle seems indestructible. Head of a leading video game company, she brings the same ruthless attitude to her love life as to business. Being attacked in her home by an unknown assailant changes Michèle's life forever. When she resolutely tracks the man down, they are both drawn into a curious and thrilling game—a game that may, at any moment, spiral out of control.
We’re chasing dough, all this money’s on my mind
Got these niggas players hating and they ain’t stopping my shine
Bitches love us, we hit them with heavy dick
Got these niggas wanna trip, my homies got plenty clips
Living good and smoking the finest green
Day green coke boys, I know we runnin the streets
Y’all gotta love it the way we holdin it down
We forever on the grind, my nigga no slowing down
My pockets right a nigga is eating good
Al easy well known, your money in any hood
Out connection in the streets, they love me in every ghetto street
Surrounded by them niggas, they packing that heavy metal
Fucking with the baddest bitches, we dog them and never holler
Don’t compare us to them suckers
My niggas is stacking dollars
Al peace to mak mustard, the homie coke with the cheese
We don’t get it from the hill, they ship it from overseas
Stunt hard on these niggas, the boys smell like a mill
Lil mama in the mood, let’s get her another pill
Fuck you pop another bottle, we living life to the fullest
All these niggas sound tough, until you hit them with bullets
I be tryina keep my cool, but they be forcing my hand
Going hard for my niggas, that doing time in the can
Fuck what y’all talking bout, I’m grinding for every penny
Don’t hit me with the clear my nigga I’m sippin henny
We’re chasing dough, all this money’s on my mind
Got these niggas players hating and they ain’t stopping my shine
Bitches love us, we hit them with heavy dick
Got these niggas wanna trip, my homies got plenty clips
Living good and smoking the finest green
Day green coke boys, I know we runnin the streets
Y’all gotta love it the way we holdin it down
We forever on the grind, my nigga no slowing down
Game green, coke boys, 4 ounce steak and lobsters
We’ll shake your pastas and still break you lamas
Never slip, we still break em proper
Head leaking out pastas, it even goes for mobsters
It even goes for rhastas, put em in the bag
Snatch em off the ave then, throw em in the jag
Ain’t no tossing and brags when we smashing nigga
Probably tossing the cash when we crash you nigga
That must have mash you nigga, cause I do em right
Act like the screws is loose, I make sure I leave em tight
All my niggas hungry, make sure I leave a bite
Got a show in cali, make sure we leave tonight
My nigga, face it, ain’t no stoppin the rush
Jump in front of the motherfucker, ain’t no stoppin the truck
When that led hit your stomach, ain’t no stoppin your guts
You can die in some pussy, still ain’t fucking with us
We’re chasing dough, all this money’s on my mind
Got these niggas players hating and they ain’t stopping my shine
Bitches love us, we hit them with heavy dick
Got these niggas wanna trip, my homies got plenty clips
Living good and smoking the finest green
Day green coke boys, I know we runnin the streets
Y’all gotta love it the way we holdin it down
We forever on the grind, my nigga no slowing down
Only way they could see me, if they watching the video
Who fucking with me, they gonn have to get diggy yo
It’s cheezy yo, mak I don’t pop
Leave the beat dead like a cow shot
Catch me in the hug at my office days
Going down like I pulled the lever on the office jet
The whole crew bitches, dare me to came
Coke boys gang ring, the family king
Oh, you shot yeah you missed, barely you aim
And I be going in like you barely insane
Sky blue the jews, canary the rain
Pull up in that space ship, think aliens came
We’re chasing dough, all this money’s on my mind
Got these niggas players hating and they ain’t stopping my shine
Bitches love us, we hit them with heavy dick
Got these niggas wanna trip, my homies got plenty clips
Living good and smoking the finest green
Day green coke boys, I know we runnin the streets
Y’all gotta love it the way we holdin it down