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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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Fredo Bang

Shoot

 

Shoot

(album: Big Ape - 2019)


This that shit that got the block scared
This the reason why your pops dead
I might pull up in a drop-head
Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red

Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm a dawg, call me Blues Clues
Put it to his head, call it BlueTooth
He say that he a killer, nigga, me too
Fuck homicide, we don't leave clues
I might go and put a fifty on a bitch nigga
I'm on the Foreign Boulevard, free a real nigga
Bought a Glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven
I got niggas crashing out to kill you, 9/11

What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out

I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
(What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

My partner clutching on a nine but I like mine bigger
Pull his chopper, not the chain, but call 'em baby tiggers
He got a bag on his head, that's like five figures
When it's beef, nobody safe, even rich niggas
They like to internet beef, please don't bring it my way
Niggas sweet as fuck, I call 'em sprinkles on a cupcake
I'm a shooter getting money, shout out to Lil Dumb Way
I went to church but still'll take your soul on a Sunday

What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out

I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
(What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

This that shit that got the block scared
This the reason why your pops dead
I might pull up in a drop-head
Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red, uh, yeah, yeah

done

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