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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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Hit 'Em Up

 

Hit 'Em Up

(album: 3 - 2018)


(Think it's a game?)
(Yeah, aye, ugh, ugh, look)

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em
Don't make me broad day 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
They ain't gonna make me broad day 'em
They ain't gonna make me broad day 'em

I been playing kibbies
Feed 'em to my man
I hope my man eat 'em, huh
Come holla at ya mans
I got them things cheaper, huh
We got off-white, tan, Molly, for the giggles
Aye, Rollie on me freezing
Dolce jersey, Derek Jeter
Two sticks and one Desert Eagle
Can't find you, we get your people
Them was for my dead people
I see dead people
I got a closet full of nothing but old dead people
I got some problems
I take my problems out on their people
I got no problem with shooting it out
I don't give no damn
I got no problem with shooting it out
I don't give no damn
I got a whole 100 rounds
And I pray it don't jam (Yeah)

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em
Don't make me broad day 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
They ain't gonna make me broad day 'em
They ain't gonna make me broad day 'em

Put 1 karat in my nose
3 karats in the ear
If I put like 6 karats on him, he gon' disappear
I'm giving out, I'm sending out gifts
Sending moms an ear
We masking up like it's Halloween
Every day of the year
I'm coming off the hip
You know, we'll toss the shrimp
We eat lobster, lot of pasta, real mobster, them
You know my pop's a pimp
You know my mom's like Brazil
Got a crib in Austell
And it's only for the mail, and
I be high as hell
I could probably smoke a bale (Say ooh)
You know that runch, it's got a different smell
Leave him there, let him smell
Never ever leave a trail (Fuck nigga)
He ain't get a chance to tell (Aye pussy nigga)

'Cause I just hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em
Don't make me broad day 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
They ain't gonna make me broad day 'em
They ain't gonna make me broad day 'em

done

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