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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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REASON

El Chapo

 

El Chapo

(album: The Free Album - 2016)


Wait, wait, wait (Wait, wait, wait)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait (Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)
Wait, uh, uh

Lifestyle moving quick and fast
Feel good, God please, slow it for me
All I wanted was a bitch to lie to me
Baby, tell me you been hoping for me
All I wanna do is make you feel good
Baby, get your Holly Berry on
All I wanted was the money stashed in the same spot like a carry-on

Ah! Carry-on
Money stashed like a carry-on (Sheesh!)
Uh, making hard hits, music get yo ass buried on (Ah!)
I feel like I'm blowing, you won't even know it
Somebody gon' tell Rocko (Rocko!)
Pull up [?] like RZA
I'm feeling like El Chapo (Ah!)

I come from the hood, I'm tryna change my perspective
I been eating good, but I'm still working for seconds
No love for the opposition
Niggas growing up without a pot to piss in
So they selling pot just to cop commission
Who am I to judge? Nigga, fuck a judge
Gave my nigga 25, free Fonz though (Free!)
Fuck the system for life (Life)
Grew up on Adidas and Nikes
Cop the [?] got for miniature price (Hah!)
Niggas coming out the [?] kicks
That he selling shit to make a quicker buck (Buck)
Banging they hoodies, zipping up
New necks, they'll make you rich as fuck

I'm feeling like El Chapo
Made it out tryna make a dollar
Niggas eating, boys pity on us
Streets grimy, boy them semis popping
You can get it like Ricky got it (Bop!)
Head on the swivel, nigga
Be caught with it or be gone without it (Without it!)
Knew that since a lil' nigga, wait
Lifestyle moving quick and fast
Feel good, God please, slow it for me
All I wanted was a bitch to lie to me
Baby, tell me you been hoping for me
All I wanna do is make you feel good
Baby, get your Holly Berry on
All I wanted was the money stashed in the same spot like a carry-on

Ah! Carry-on
Money stashed like a carry-on (Sheesh!)
Uh, making hard hits, music get yo ass buried on (Ah!)
I feel like I'm blowing, you won't even know it
Somebody gon' tell Rocko (Rocko!)
Pull up [?] like RZA
I'm feeling like El Chapo (Ah!)

Think, nigga
Ain't much to think about
Hunnid days and the hunnid nights
Homies running with them heaters out (Hah!)
Homies is calling you pussy 'cause you left and took the safer route
They say that they street smart, but they ain't smart enough to make it out
Boy, I'm breaking out
I'm tryna be with a bad bitch on the beach laying out
Fuck extending clips, I'd rather be extending bank accounts
What I think about?
Bitches love you when you balling, nigga
That's why you see 'em when the Lakers out
Money coming and the paper flying
This shit feeling like a paper route
Niggas be rolling 'round killing for fun
Limo tinted with the banger out (Bow, bow)
I like my women like they like they guns
Extensions with the bottoms hanging out (Hah!)

I'm feeling like El Chapo
Made it out tryna make a dollar
Niggas eating, boys pity on us
Streets grimy, boy them semis popping
You can get it like Ricky got it (Bop!)
Head on the swivel, nigga
Be caught with it or be gone without it (Without it!)
Knew that since a lil' nigga, wait
Lifestyle moving quick and fast
Feel good, God please, slow it for me
All I wanted was a bitch to lie to me
Baby, tell me you been hoping for me
All I wanna do is make you feel good
Baby, get your Holly Berry on
All I wanted was the money stashed in the same spot like a carry-on

Ah! Carry-on
Money stashed like a carry-on (Sheesh!)
Uh, making hard hits, music get yo ass buried on (Ah!)
I feel like I'm blowing, you won't even know it
Somebody gon' tell Rocko (Rocko!)
Pull up [?] like RZA
I'm feeling like El Chapo (Ah!)

done

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