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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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I sip high tech don't need no wrapper
They know I ball don't need no scale

Fell in love with tools if they play we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
Why you trust no one I got my reasons
I pull up hell cat tryna leave these demons
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio I'm back counting Jacksons
My hood like wide hips you can't pull up on this side
We been jumping gates, run from narcs I don't get tired
My chevy's ain't got no links but somehow we got mob ties
Cartier's I can't see but the coupe came with frog eyes

When the lights off my mouth hit colors ain't nothing for me to leave a bitch on red
Inside of the coupe peanut butter, I still will never give a bitch no bread
From the trap to a entertainer still I get em touched for what he said
In the hood serving undercover how else is we gon get fed
I'm picky with all these bitches like I dig in they nose they know how it goes
My last name ain't Jenkins they heard I'm having all the bowls and they tryna score
Make money from music and trapping like DJ and roach I call it Hustle and Flow
I'm a don in my city 'cause I want it more (I want it more yeah)

I sip high tech
Don't need no wrapper
They know I ball
Don't need no scale

Fell in love with tools if they play we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
Why you trust no one I got my reasons
I pull up hell cat tryna leave these demons
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio I'm back counting Jacksons
My hood like wide hips you can't pull up on this side
We been jumping gates, run from narcs I don't get tired
My chevy's ain't got no links but somehow we got mob ties
Cartier's I can't see but the coupe came with frog eyes

I'm the modern day Loc dog 'cause I keep extensions like [?]
They call me Keevin man and I been throwing dick and all these bitches receiving
September baby I was born in the fall so bitch is you staying or leaving
We argue 'cause you wanna fuck in the morning I wanna fuck in the evening
My dick better than heroine I inject in her body and I leave her feening
See a app we don't dare run we'll put em on Fox call him Willie Beamon
Clip taller than Megatron, hit em with a bullet now he out for the season
Lil nigga don't give me a reason

I sip high tech
Don't need no wrapper
They know I ball
Don't need no scale

Fell in love with tools if they play we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
Why you trust no one I got my reasons
I pull up hell cat tryna leave these demons
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio I'm back counting Jacksons
My hood like wide hips you can't pull up on this side
We been jumping gates, run from narcs I don't get tired
My chevy's ain't got no links but somehow we got mob ties
Cartier's I can't see but the coupe came with frog eyes

done

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