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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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Westside Gunn

Ritz Barlton

 

Ritz Barlton

(album: Peace "Fly" God - 2022)


[Estee Nack:]
Ayy, yo, yo, yo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nackman (Nackie Chan, nigga)
You know what I mean?
Bodega to the barber shops
Uh-huh (I did)
Ask Tab for the astronauts (Peligro, nigga)
You got the shit locked, yo, son

As far as nine in the vest goes, I'm a hooper (Slash)
Locked eyes with the bitches and then froze like Medusa, yeah (Yeah)
They ready to struggle, Chet blow like a hookah (Woah)
Swallow it back to The Bay, snow like a boots crumb (Oh, yeah)
Crack stumbs suit you (Yeah), Nagman super, money like Mansa Musa (Yeah)
Few should poor us, helping clear the future, fight the feeling (Skrrt)
We at our nightclub hours, that's type of chilling
You know, bringing more than they eyesight and feeling
How he chillin'? (Which one went up?)
Lil' beef motherfuckers, did not expect 'em
Sitting they ass down just like hype children (Fuck outta here)
Red grill 'em, 'bout a slice of million
Swim bitch to me's twice the ceiling (Blah)
Sit on the throne, you hear my name grand (Skrrt)
Bells a lo ba omundu, they know my name well (Nah)
Survivors came before the fame helped (Ad-libs)
How the motherfuckers in control of the game? Tell (Yeah)
Break scale, a mixed powdered brick that the North can't sell (Woah)

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, iPhone hitting in Sheers list (In the Sheer list)
Walk around with no shirt on and my pill ain't fifty
'Posed to get you stabbed right now, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Now this stuff on my mark, nah, it's looking like a million
I'm on the dance floor, blowing kisses at your bitch (At your bitch)
My G-strap staying out, you coming home soon
Dick Sucks at the Halfway House, feel like the Ritz (Feel like the Ritz, ah)

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