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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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Pi'erre Bourne

B.M.D

 

B.M.D

(album: Chavo's World 3 - 2023)


Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

I don't know 'bout you niggas, but I need
Bitches, money, drugs
Come around me, what you see?
Bitches, money, drugs
Someone pinch me, am I dreaming?
Bitches, money, drugs
We shop at Saks, burnt-off Nieman's
Bitches, money, drugs
Bitches
Bitches, money, drugs
Money
Bitches, money, drugs
Drugs
Bitches, money, drugs
Bitches, money, drugs

Grew up on pussy, money, weed, told her, "Come and put that pussy on me"
We smoking exotic. It cost a whole lotta, we don't do nothing OG
The marble floors heated, she like how I beat it, never kicking cold feet
I keep me a pistol, "Why?", they scheming, they hating on me for no reason
She wanna do lunch, I told her, "All I do is hunch"
Not regular Runtz. It's hitting this chest like a punch
Ain't investing in doors, rather invest in some guns
I'm gripping her hair, that shit hang low like Rapunzel

I don't know 'bout you niggas, but I need
Bitches, money, drugs
Come around me, what you see?
Bitches, money, drugs
Someone pinch me, am I dreaming?
Bitches, money, drugs
We shop at Saks, burnt-off Nieman's
Bitches, money, drugs
Bitches
Bitches, money, drugs
Money
Bitches, money, drugs
Drugs
Bitches, money, drugs
Bitches, money, drugs

Bitches, money, drugs, she show me all the love
Weed, oxy, and codeine, I can call the plug
No you do not know me, bitch I'm grown as fuck
They said we cannot smoke inside, but we still roll some up
Police done pulled up on the side of me, gotta sober up
You know I dropped something inside of it, by the soda sus
I wanna fuck her and her friend, I got the shoulder shrug
I got a 3.5 from the projects, cost me 40 bucks

I don't know 'bout you niggas, but I need
Bitches, money, drugs
Come around me, what you see?
Bitches, money, drugs
Someone pinch me, am I dreaming?
Bitches, money, drugs
We shop at Saks, burnt-off Nieman's
Bitches, money, drugs
Bitches
Bitches, money, drugs
Money
Bitches, money, drugs
Drugs
Bitches, money, drugs
Bitches, money, drugs

done

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