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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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My nigga MooXe

Yeah, uh, yeah yeah
Yuh, to the top boy!

Tell these bitches stop playing wit' me
Ho, I'm the man, and I'm just going 'bout my damn business
Bad bitches, bad bitches, damn, them bitches bad business
Ho, I don't wanna talk, you fucked all of my mans, didn't you?
Pay attention, pay attention, ho, you better pay attention
See this a lay-up, better pay up, 'bout my cash, nigga
Bad bitches, bad business, damn, I love them bad bitches
But I don't chase 'em, only chase after my bag nigga (for my bag nigga)

Yup, only chase after the bag
Bitches always wanna talk but I can't deal with that, ah
Yup, too persisent with the swag, Gucci in my duffel, she got Fendi for the bag, wha'
Stunt, sucking niggas [?]
Slide up on a lil' bitch and slide up off the map
And she act right, lil' tits but I ain't even mad
Got the cash right, good wrist, and rub me on my back, ah, yeah
Yeah, and that's a winner, been lit since the beginning
All my dogs hopped out the kennel
I've been fucking up my kidneys, taking shots with flocks of bitches
I've been on the road to riches with my brothers, them my niggas
Ah, yeah, I wouldn't dare to leave a witness, wouldn't dare to spare you niggas
It ain't fair the way I'm killing shit (the way I'm killing shit)
Ahhh, I wouldn't profess to groupie bitches
Coming with a droopy vision, tunnel toward a new percentage

Tell these bitches stop playing wit' me
Ho, I'm the man, and I'm just going 'bout my damn business
Bad bitches, bad bitches, damn, them bitches bad business
Ho, I don't wanna talk, you fucked all of my mans, didn't you?
Pay attention, pay attention, ho, you better pay attention
See this the [?], better pass by my cash, nigga
Bad bitches, bad business, damn, I love them bad bitches
But I don't chase 'em, only chase after my bag nigga (for my bag nigga)

Ayy, I want my bag nigga
Mmm, yeah, I need the bag nigga
Ayy, yeah, I need the bag nigga
Yeah, yeah

done

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