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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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Out The Bag

 

Out The Bag

(album: Salute Me, Shoot Me 4: Banned From America - 2012)


[Hook]
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round

[Verse 1:]
My youngings fucking run the town, you flex they gonna gun you down
Hit your block with a hundred rounds
Make you hardest nigga in your hood lay it down
I'm flexing with a sack now, shooters on my payroll
Shooting at a snap now
I'm smoking out the pound now, my fingers I keep bad bitches wrapped now
I'm in the club, hunneds on the ground
Got a bad bitch, slim waist her ass round
Flocka in the club it's going down, young richie rich, keep a bad bitch, waka flocka

[Hook:]
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round

[Verse 2:]
I'm riding in the ghost now, no rims just factory
Got the word that the fuck boys is after me
You gonna need an army thinking bout catching me
I came from the crack block, never talk to a cop
That's not me, nigga disrespect then you know it's click pop
You know how a nigga rock, tattoos diamond grill, and some dread locks, flocka
Grandma I ain't gonna stop, till that million dollar check get dropped in your mailbox

[Hook: x2]
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
All these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round
I'm smoking out the bag now, all my bitches bad now
Got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
To get some bitches running round

done

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