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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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Red Cafe

Cuffin Season (Interlude)

 

Cuffin Season (Interlude)

(album: American Psycho II - 2014)


[Intro:]
Let's keep that music rolling
Start the shakedown
Dj Sour Milk, huuuuuu
L.A. leakers, who kid, yeah?

These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up
I'm getting chicken in Vegas, I ain't pimping up
All gold, check the barcode

These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up
Told these hoes I'll be back around June
Told these hoes I'll be back around June
Better yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winter
Damn, it's so cold in the fucking winter
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up
Damn, I'm so cold in the fucking winter
My niggas doing numbers, fall in, doing hundreds
It's so cold in the fucking winter
These bitches can't lose when they fucking winning
I tell a bitch anything to get her spleen popped
That's my disclaimer, in case you see a screenshot
Outfool right, I know these chicks out fonce right
If you knock out, she record it with her I-Phone
Chicks wanna be famous
Ain't nothing worse than being broke and being famous
In the club, grab 'em bottles that ain't yours
Then you IG phose, you hot? That's menopause
Shallow chick, closet full of LV
Kanye got gas, and bank account, er'thing
The club dream on Saturday,
Ex had his new chick, he told you go that way
How you gonna fuck his man on spite?
And do them freak shows on skype
New album, but my car don't even got keys
Don't ever tell that to a rat that don't got G's
Niggas hate and bitches throw cheap shots
I'm in the CL, smooth, like Pete Rock
I ain't got worries, I got get money honeys
And straight stunting girls, playboy bunnies
Pretty mixed chicas that go both ways
That one on your buns is mayonnaise

done

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