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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

Gettin' By

 

Gettin' By

(album: V.6: The Gift - 2012)


I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by

Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground
I'm a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
Jumping bitches off the vert
Throw these dollars make them work
Silly ass dancer think she gonna get me with all that mileage, no she won't
Easily broke you don't keep hope
Kill or be killed, that murder she wrote
World full of bread, who wanna be broke
Daddy done dead, Ma gotta be both
Life's too short, gotta be close
Trying to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it'll probably be three
4 door benz make my flee
On the regular tip, I'm hit
Your lit, I'm super
Dude don't like when they set that trap
Just like that like I ain't never knew ya
Treat them hoes just like manure
I maneuver like booyah
I'm too ill to slip, new wheel to whip
Necklace out the cooler
I've been drunk and high all day y'all
My weed loud as a AR
I heard money the only thing that holds weight
A hundred and fifty pounds on the radar
Nine out of ten, there's a friend there's a snake
We all walk around with the same scar
Seems like it's real but it ain't
Bet these trips to the bank won't change naw

A pound of loud, smoke up
Everyday I'm getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest bitches getting touched
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by

Dear hater, a playa is definitly in your radar
My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her day off
Laid off huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you
She wanna fuck with a nigga named Q
Number 1 gangster can't be two
Gotta get dough I ain't trying to be poor
Nigga go broke cuz his rap money slow
Lie to my daughter like I'm chopping up soap
Gotta sell dope, every gram mean hope
Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know
Still ain't met another nigga like me
Sippin Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat
Hollow tip shots motherfucker I'm a G
Let's get slow, slur relax
And have no worries 'cause I'm blessed
Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text
And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next
So this your town, fuck your respect
I'm the headline you don't get my check
Back wood toke, let a real nigga smoke
Eyes bloodshot right behind these locs
Trying to get a house up out these folks
Pimped out ride with the new gold spokes
Spark a blunt, pass it around
Prowl the bitch and dick her down
Me & Banks was smoking loud
Bet your ho gon leave you now

A pound of loud, smoke up
Everyday I'm getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest bitches getting touched
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near getting by

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