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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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Rick Ross

Hard In The Paint

 

Hard In The Paint


Shout out to all my real niggas worldwide
Ain't nothing changed
But the 'rarri, the Lambo, the Bentley, the Maybach, the Phantom, the Aston, the Spyker
The Seven Trey, the seven deuce, the seven one, the seven fours

I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Touch eight figures, stuff it in the bank, nigga, uh
Order twenty bottles of the Rozay
Fuck first week, bitch, I ordered Moët
To these niggas, I'm a motherfucking problem
Hang with the Bloods, all the Crips, all the robbers
See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga
Twenty racks on it, bitch, you fucking with a killer
I can't hang with no pussy ass nigga
Thousand carats in the chain, quarter milli for it, nigga
You think I give a fuck what other niggas think?
Make another million every time a nigga blink
I'm rolling up the purple and I'm sipping pink
Champagne drown a bitch until she gotta pee
She only get to ride unless she keep it wet
You looking at a gangsta in disguise, you just ain't seen it yet
Call up bee's and Beevis 'cause she butt heads
She know I'm busy, I don't need nothing but head
And I'm paying top dollar
Chain so big, can't pop my collar
Pop one pill, make a nigga spend a grand
Pop two pills, make a nigga wanna dance
Pop my trunk, pop me a nigga
Just last night, I had a dream I shot me a
Pop my trunk, I'mma pop me a
Just last night, I had a dream I shot me a nigga

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