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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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Lloyd Banks

Flight School

 

Flight School

(album: 5 And Better Series Vol. 4: 4.30.09 (Happy Birthday) - 2009)


High as I lift off, Mr. I'm so fly
Flying in the spur with the nickel nine close by
Triple fat gucci ice sickles hanging off my
Neck, wrist, fingers, like a fuckin eskimo ma'
You know I, get the puss where they say Aloha
Don't I, flow like the shit that get the boat by
We don't get along with these niggas and ya'll know why
Just a bandana, no scarf, no bow tie
D-boy college boy, no difference
Out here restraints'll erase existence
Lil niggas is taught to mind they business
Meaning, only the pastor'll find the witness
The lord'll work it out, spritual fitness, and this is
The germ flow, lyrical sickness
Limited intrest, if u ain't talkin money scram
A hundred grand will bring death like the Son of Sam
Blam, big kaboom out the fo' double
You bleedin eternal it ain't a small puddle
When your swag shoot through the roof the mall rush you
The more miles to get to it the more hustle
V twelve on roids, all muscle
Had to hand my hand back in small shuffle
I'm so Jupiter, I should build my own throne
Can't grab my swag my swag out the o zone
Every now and then I grab out the old phone
Get a lil throwback dome in so and so's home
I got an old soul, feel like a New Jack
Dress like a jacker, everything to the shoes black
I got the new kite, wish I could send the news back
My words go so far and they know how to use that
Move back, my niggas in here, with a few straps
And new lacs, pushin two hundred in twenty two stacks

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