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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.

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WC

Revenge Of The Barracuda

 

Revenge Of The Barracuda

(album: Revenge Of The Barracuda - 2011)


[Intro: Tracy Nelson]
Barracuda, Ba Ba Barracuda!
Awww awwww Barracuda awww awwww
Awww awwww Barracuda awww awwww

[DJ Crazy Toones scratching quotes below:]
Awww Awwww Awww Awwww oh! here we go again [W.C.]
Here we go again, here we go again [W.C.]
Here we go again, go again [W.C.]
All I know is I wanna hear some gangster shit [Crazy Toones]
Fuck all that knight shit [Crazy Toones]
Dub.. Dub Sizzler, from the Westside [W.C.]
Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck.. Fucking up the pro.. pro.. program [W.C.]

[Verse 1: W.C.]
Sliding in the door like I'm so hard
With the fresh card hard folded on my forearm
You know that go hard, South Central Bogart
West ghetto vet still rolling like a go-cart
I'm from the era when most rappers was scared to wear red (Come On!)
Before the tight clothes and mascara
When these mark rappers from the blue side, claiming they're with it
But scared to walk on the screen 'til I did it
BLAM BLAM leave that ass open
Fuck them, feed them fish, dump their body in the ocean
You rap niggaz know the business
When I come around y'all be hiding from me like the Jehovah's Witness
They call me Quick Spray, cause I've been with this gangster shit
Since Grandmaster Flash had beads on the French Braids
Lay you down nigga how I sound?
Fuck y'all bitch niggaz L.A. is my town!

[Hook: W.C.]
Come on! Throw it up! Load it up! Hold it up!
Walk in on them with the twelve gauge nigga roll it up
From the West to the East, to the South, to my Midwest niggaz
Y'all know what I'm about!
Throw it up! Hold it up! Give it up! Chuck it up!
Put my Chuck Taylors on a jump out to fuck it up
From the West to the East, to the South, to my Midwest niggaz
The Barracuda is out!

[Verse 2: W.C.]
Back out y'all!
Sending your favorite rapper's sun shades
Flying off his face like a foul ball
From the left side known what I'm about y'all
I can't do the right thing, nigga I'm a south paw
Nasty spitting them, flowing identical (Come on!)
Standing on the couch in the club, holding my genitals
Golf hat to the low, chicken heads I'm getting those
Putting smoke in the air like a pack of Seminoles
Leaving my shit stains on the instrumental
Off the hard liquor mineral the hood star general (Come on!)
While you were sucking titty milk just a little tender
I was in a creased sweatshirt playing Defender
Nigga! The harder they come the harder they fall
Pulling out my marker striking and hitting up the wall
Blowing that holding that still strapped like a prophylac'
Staying down like the cuffs on my Corker Sacks

[Outro: Tracy Nelson]
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