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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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Princess Nokia

ABCs Of New York

 

ABCs Of New York

(album: 1992 Deluxe - 2017)


A is for the apple
Take a bite and spit it out
B is for bodega
Eating on your mama couch
Low bazooka with a Puerto-Rican chula
Says she working in the city and she getting moolah
C is for the crib
The cats that call you catch
CBGB's babies sneaking blondie through the back
D is for the downtown kids that's hitting licks
Skater boys in the park tryna fuck some white chicks
E is for the East Side
Rough Ride, ride or die
Motorbikes from every side
Flying down the FDR
Breaking dutches in the car

G is for the ghetto girl
And Rainbow clothes
Baby hairs and well done toes
Single mothers carry those
Bummy sneakers
What are those?
Get in going golden go
Hunts Point got the hottest hoes
Inner city, tragic woes
Splattered streets, the bloody holes
Shorty dancing on the pole
Casually it's casual b
Bloody hands with the anatomy

Jehovah witness at your door
Acting like nobody home
TV off, all alone
Kick the door in, mama Jonesing on the phone
Bata and a doobie on, waiting on her tax return
Low lives, lighting L's
Pouring down for ones they love
Tompkins Square, lower east
Delancey for the deli meats
You don't come for C or D

I'm in Manhattan like I'm Woody Allen
Jewish, Puerto-Rican and a little bit Italian
Sitting on the steps outside the Natural History
New York fucking City and I love the history
Everything a melting pot
Every block is fucking hot
83rd the train stop
Open cases, old as shorty braces
Pick you up on warrant squad
Now they running faces

Pick you up by the park
We was voguing by the pier
Paris burning full of Queens
Hit the Village every year
Rolling now to the rave
Village Voice, six page
I was diving off the stage
Going now, every day
Stickball in the summer, you know it's summertime
Schomburg, eating soul food, singing Doo-Wop every night
Subway trains going by
Squad is sitting St. Marks
Shooting up in Tompkins park
Know it's dirty after dark
Tunnels taking turns
Playing tag on the curb
Touching on some titties
Taking change out your purse

Undercover agents I can spot them all away
Yo, I hate the fucking cops
NYPD get away
Underground are MTA
Close my eyes and ride the train
Back and forth on everyday
Anywhere, anyway

Xerox copied Zines stapled onto poser trees
Got a show, come and see
New York is the place to be
Here you go and live your dreams
Living in the city you can't be a xenophobe
This the melting pot, and the soup is never cold
Young lords, young lords
They live inside of me
I got a problem B
With white supremacy
Rolling through my zipcode
One double zero two nine
ABC's of New York, and I'll be doing fine

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