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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.

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Fredo Bang

Bless His Soul

 

Bless His Soul

(album: Murder Made Me - 2021)


Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose
(Hardbody)

[Fredo Bang:]
Brodie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope god bless his soul
Right hand on the bible, tell a lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope god bless his soul
Ain't gotta drive a bag, got niggas do that shit for free
Ain't gotta spend a bing, got niggas do that shit for me
Got a house up in the burbs but my momma I'm still in the streets

Know that we be active, that AC that I'm packing is compact
Ask around my city, I work that ratchet
I'm living what they rapping, put it out like go go gadget
I put my savage on even though he active, get a bag and not a casket
I was taught to get it in my own way
I was slinging nines up on that tollway
I've been traumatized, I can't let nobody close, babe
Snakes in disguise, told me lies with a bold face
I salute to the real one time
Hopping gates tryna duck one time
Kept it real, ain't think of switching one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids but that's fine

Brodie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope god bless his soul
Right hand on the bible, tell a lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope god bless his soul
Ain't gotta drive a bag, got niggas do that shit for free
Ain't gotta spend a bing, got niggas do that shit for me
Got a house up in the burbs but my momma I'm still in the streets

[Polo G:]
Let off clips when we drill shit, clap his dome
With some old heads on field trips like chaperones
These niggas vaginal, my niggas animals
From the murder capital, where catching bodies casual
Keep these angels guarding me, saved us with a harmony
My daddy saw the star in me when stars seemed too far to reach
I'm perfecting my artistry, grew up on the Carter 3
Shoot like we play for varsity, these slugs, they hit his artery
He can't be with gang, we revoked him of his membership
Out here making statements like hes working on his penmanship
Hellcats just for racing, fuck around and bought the dealership
Momma, look I made it and I still got all my killas here

[Fredo Bang:]
Brodie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope god bless his soul
Right hand on the bible, tell a lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope god bless his soul
Ain't gotta drive a bag, got niggas do that shit for free
Ain't gotta spend a bing, got niggas do that shit for me
Got a house up in the burbs but my momma I'm still in the streets

I salute to the real one time
Hopping gates tryna duck one time
Kept it real, ain't think of switching one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids but that's fine

done

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