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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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Quentin Miller

The Source...

 

The Source...

(album: Q.M. - 2018)


Yeah... lit in the city like downtown
Been kicking shit like a roundhouse
Hit when you see me in the restaurant
Double on my cup from the waitress
[?] before she brings the calamari out
You could read my bio ten times and you still wouldn't know what I'm all about
Don't make me call you out
I heard the word around, town... You niggas talking down
Parked in the blue.. when I leave the house
No I'm not a Crip but I sorta is..
They want more of me and they should want more of this
Name on the Lex with wood grain and I get the Ray's from my baby face
Back seat tinted of rap lyrics (yeah)
I tapped into the feeling of being that nigga
Could you.. Please take them back handed compliments back witcha..
We don't need those...
Never been a G but I stuck to the G-code!
Live from the motherfucker G-co?
Got me in the south screaming north!
I've been getting to it since I hopped of the porch
Since they was reading the source, knew I was a source..
(Yeah..) old shrimp fried rice ass nigga I brought in all the soy..
I made way more when I became unemployed
It ain't too much you could say about the boy..
Nigga I got all my bills paid whatcha doin... I mean what you focused on
Ex girlfriends not in love with me no more, add another to the story
Skrt... When I tweak the Lex bubble like a Porsche, man if stunting was a sport I'd be number one on sports..center
Bit the wrong one if you sleeping on the boy
Turn your temperpedict to a coffin..
(Huhu) and then you slept yourself to death...
It's a line I originated, no comment (haha)

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