Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
Lyrkit press

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!)

next

skip
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

Or rate me in Windows Store:


And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Mark Battles

Gift

 

Gift

(album: Metaphorically Speaking - 2021)


Mama told me I'm a gift and it's starting to make sense
All these fans love my presence, make me feel like Saint Nick
I got introduced to pain and it'll make you change quick
Saw my brother's last breath and I ain't been the same since

Nah, I never joined a gang, but it's Vasi Gang, bitch
I was young, getting money, on my Lil Wayne shit
Flame lit, game slick, I might hit your main chick
And I'ma take her number too, I know your nigga ain't shit
Baby, tell me what it is, free the bros that's doing biz
317 'til I die, I'ma always rent the crib
I inspire lil' kids so I gotta do it big
Oh, you looking for some dirt, I found the perfect place to dig
If my children got a wish, I'll assist like Jason Kidd
Rappers screaming 'bout the Dracos and the shootings that they did
But don't ever pull it out, it's like they tryna have a kid
I ain't into telling fibs, nigga, I'm just tryna live

Mama told me I'm a gift and it's starting to make sense
All these fans love my presence, make me feel like Saint Nick
I got introduced to pain and it'll make you change quick
Saw my brother's last breath and I ain't been the same since
Mama told me I'm a gift and it's starting to make sense
All these fans love my presence, make me feel like Saint Nick
I got introduced to pain and it'll make you change quick
Saw my homie's last breath and I ain't been the same since
Mama told me I'm a gift and it's starting to make sense
All these fans love my presence, make me feel like Saint Nick
I got introduced to pain and it'll make you change quick
Saw my brother's last breath and I ain't been the same since

Nah, I never joined a gang, but it's Vasi Gang, bitch
Only bought the Maserati just to fucking lane switch (Haha)
Texting models with emojis, send a smiley face kiss
Yeah, I know she want the dick, send me back some rain drips
Flame lit, the game switch, but y'all on the same shit
Money buys a lot of things, but my soul, you can't get
I don't know everything, just know them niggas ain't it
Never switching on my clique, the same guys I came with
Vasi, tell me how it felt, made a mil' without a deal
She around me for the Percs and I ain't never pop a pill
I can't be another nigga that these fucking cops could kill
Think the music therapeutic, I don't know no Dr. Phils
Y'all can keep that other shit, I need some shit that I can feel
(I can feel, need some shit that I can feel)

Mama told me I'm a gift and it's starting to make sense
All these fans love my presence, I'ma— yeah
My— yeah

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?