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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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(album: Winter In Prague - 2012)


Nigga I don't got no homies
Forty on me like I'm Kemp
Oxycontin smothered the 'partment
And I'm trapping like a bitch
Moving molly monthly
My momma asked how I make the rent
I make the rent by making flips
Living like it's '86
I'm trying to sign for eighty bricks
Been listening to Gucci a lot
But I ain't going out like Dunkin
And so I'm thumping
Niggas hardly down for dumping
Let it bang like Chief Keef
Aim at the police
Paint up your whole street
Twelve gauge, big as a flamethrower
I'm feeling like Kane in Wrestlemania
Shells inside that chamber duck
Honey hit your famouser
Hoes be in that Fetal stance
Firearms big as Digimon now watch my diddy dance
Flip a gram to get a grand
Real niggas stay masked up like Rick Hamilton
Trying to get my dough stacked up and buy the Vatican
Ninth grade Mayfair High, I snuck the hammer in
Glock's nine the match was ten

[Hook SK La'flare x2:]
Ay, bitch I'm really on it, on it
Y'all silly, me funny
I traffic willy still I'm pumping
My pockets getting swolen
It's my grams rolling
Bitch clips loaded, yeah

This a game you gotta shoot to play
My burner giving boosie fades
Long Beach pb killa, I'll take it to my grave
Fuck the first forty eight and any nigga saying shit
We got the same guns as police and quick to spray a bitch
ARs and shit, get your whole department lit
Forty fours like Maravich
No dropping dimes or shot attempts
Fuck the swine, I'm in the streets
Seven days out of the week
Still ain't reach my peak
So just take your seat and enjoy the show

[Hook]

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