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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.

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Smino

Krash Kourse (Hidden Track)

 

Krash Kourse (Hidden Track)

(album: Blkswn - 2017)


[Smino:]
Ay
Krash kourse into the world
This insular world
The culture vultures flock in every sense of the word
My nose can sniff the shit out but I'm never deterred
Never be scurred, scored through the downs, first and third
Grandaddy spittin, ain't nothing new bout the system
'Cause how they do me they did him
Appropriating the fellas
Sucking the fruit from my elders
Don't give a Chuck bout no Berry
They rather listen to Elvis
Woah, mama
And these kids know better, uh
I'm grand like abuela, uh
More hands than Coachella, uh
Lil hoe it's whatever, uh
Shawty cold as December, I still fold her, no Manila
B-b-b-brr wit me baby, I hibernate, smoke the lettuce
No niggas jammed off the reggie
Free all my dogs, fuck Kruella
Nigga need cream, vanilla, ele-vate
Coconut Beamer, oiled up, switching lanes
Chocolate interior, that's a belly ache

[Bari:]
I done went Murda Mike, on the may-a-ooo, uh
She on the payroll, he on the payroll
I want queso, I want the caseload
She do what I say so, now
She fucked up, yeah, she might do the Fabo
Send that RIP, out yeah, and that shit for Shawty Lo
Back when I was broke I had to pour that Bacardi slow
Now I'm on the board, niggas salty like margaritas, ooh
I used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I'm thinking bout when it was me and you, baby
Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I think of me and you

[Jean Deaux:]
I don't know what's better, I won't say what's worse
Pen is like a needle when I bleed these words
I could make a blessing if I spit this verse
That's why I be retching 'til I rid my curse
Black it be the sweetest
Secrecy up in the frequencies
That's why you feel the need
To look at me like I'm a deity
Duality is key, you see
That I'm seeing you seeing me
So now we seeing equally
Needlessly to say
I hate that we're meeting this way
Feel like I packed up to go
'Bout a week ago
I don't know
If I switch my flow I might tap into the pinnacles
I'm selling syllables, I'm losing principles
Lurking, searching for miracles
Hurting workmen, curtain closed
Earn a million dollars just to owe it to some imbeciles
If they tell me no, I be dumb, all I hear is go
Crossfire coming but I'm pigeon-toed, winter froze

[Bari:]
I done went Murda Mike, on the may-a-ooo, uh
She on the payroll, he on the payroll
I want queso, I want the caseload
She do what I say so, now
She fucked up, yeah, she might do the Fabo
Send that RIP, out yeah, and that shit for Shawty Lo
Back when I was broke I had to pour that Bacardi slow
Now I'm on the board, niggas salty like margaritas, ooh
I used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I'm thinking bout when it was me and you, baby
Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I think of me and you

[Smino:]
Cunning linguistics
Punishing puns
Pumping the petro, gas in my lungs
Loving the low times, higher than a mug
Up in the cabinet
Imagine a baby reaching his hands up to grab it
A pipe done busted in heaven
And got to leaking out blessings
Reaching my hands up to grab it
Re'in my bands up
Uh, uh

[Noname:]
Sunny metropolis, overzealous as telefone
Telefone a new continent, maybe rode me a rocketship
Copper all on my dash, and he ticket that lady optimist
Said I'm moving too fast, slow down, slow down
Opened up for Lauryn Hill, woah now, woah now
Woah now
Everything is everything and the object steady mystified
My allegories underneath the rock will only fear resides
I bet I'm gon' find it, I know I'm gon' find it
Happiness, bank account, white accountant
I found the fountain
I was born in all black, how could God denounce this?
I told Him, 'Give me my money, I need my money now'
Thank you Jesus, whoever you are
I know you gifted me the gift of gab and simile
And simpleness, the solitude is loneliness
Been good to me
I told them, 'Give me my happy, I need my holy now'
Thank you Jesus, whoever you are
Thank you Jesus, whoever you are

done

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