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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

Last Of A Dope Era Dying

 

Last Of A Dope Era Dying


All that shit together don't equal love to the work I'm supplying
What you selling we ain't buying
You niggas got it watered down the most
I could see your ending already
And the timing is close
We done came too far to have a setback
That bullshit ain't flying
You done fell victim to all the lying
You're on your way out and you know it, LOADED!
Last of a dope era dying

Uh, I asked God to bless me with the gift and he spoiled me
Kicking my shit for years now, easy as time recorded me
My style's irate, a quarter disorderly
Bars that'll get you right on your feet
Quarter to quarter fee
You settle for crumbs not where you ought to be
Guarantee, your lifetime slaughtery in my warranty, uh
Chronicles of the last legends
Disrespect the veteran, get you a sad exit
In the book of violations they'll be a fast sentence
Louie rubber bands to compliment my bags preference
Soldier platinum, army tag necklace
I love the game, but it got corny ass stretchers, uh
Need the perfectionist appraise
Crowd around a walking ticket, every breakfast is filet's
Will they spill and out my ears still, rest when I hit the grave
Further I go there's memories connecting us to the pain

All that shit together don't equal love to the work I'm supplying
What you selling we ain't buying
You niggas got it watered down the most
I could see your ending already
And the timing is close
We done came too far to have a setback
That bullshit ain't flying
You done fell victim to all the lying
You're on your way out and you know it, LOADED!
Last of a dope era dying

Uh, since my first mixtape I've cooked dime and the regular
With no features, I sell myself like Conor McGregor
They ain't yourself they cool you out here
Kinda an extra
Roll an L up in the heat of the battle, chronic finesser
Sick to my stomach your CD's are ramen and ketchup
Put me next up to them boys in freebie, find me a heckler
South Jamaica taker, home of the grimiest pressure
Hold the title, mind professor
Built shiniest as ever
Get your yeses from the weakest of man cheating your fans
Chin flips and middle fingers
Through lips speak to the hands
Money signature, control perimeter, feet in the grand
Always sinister the global finisher, week in Japan
There ain't shit about survival steady
Can't be rhyming ready
Instinct made my timing daily
Frequent weapons collected who's bombs held me
Your working hard at your facade, hardly at the bank
Partying's your job, sorry's in your blogs

All that shit together don't equal love to the work I'm supplying
What you selling we ain't buying
You niggas got it watered down the most
I could see your ending already
And the timing is close
We done came too far to have a setback
That bullshit ain't flying
You done fell victim to all the lying
You're on your way out and you know it, LOADED!
Last of a dope era dying

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