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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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Yung Mal

Phonebook

 

Phonebook

(album: Kids Of The 6 - 2017)


[Yung Mal:]
Too many racks in the skinnies, it won't work
Mama looking for me, I was stuck in the streets
But I didn't have no time for no homework
I had to get all that weed, ain't no time for no freaks
But I'd rather go pick up that chrome first
How you gon' handle your business, you all in my business
Nigga please, go handle your own first
Ayy pass me them keys, I hop in that bitch and I skrrt
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce, fuck around get your ho took
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce, fuck around get your hopes up

[Lil Quill:]
I'm having too many racks in these skinnies
You broke, you act crippled, tryna get some cat for some pennies
All I stroked on throwing was them ass and them titties
She a twerker, she shake that ass for a living
You a worker, you can compare how we living
It's a vert, no it didn't come with no ceiling
Pop a perc, but no it wasn't prescription
Banana clip, but it didn't come with no peeling
Had to go handle your business, you all in your feelings
You tripping, better go stack you some riches
Talking 'bout what you gon' do when you get you a bag
But you keep on worrying about these bitches
Just hit my niggas in Memphis, they gon' pull up with them semis
And let that shit go 'til it's empty
Just hit my niggas in Texas
They gon' pull up with them bags then I gotta bless 'em

[Yung Mal:]
Too many racks in the skinnies, it won't work
Mama looking for me, I was stuck in the streets
But I didn't have no time for no homework
I had to get all that weed, ain't no time for no freaks
But I'd rather go pick up that chrome first
How you gon' handle your business, you all in my business
Nigga please, go handle your own first
Ayy pass me them keys, I hop in that bitch and I skrrt
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce, fuck around get your ho took
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce, fuck around get your hopes up

Got too many racks in the skinnies, it won't work
You ride the label for free, wanna sit on your ass
But me, I get that cash first
I got blue hundreds on me and I want me some more
And I'm sleep, 'cause I need a bag first
Thirty tail on the beam, Mr. 2-17
Add it up, bet it make the glass burst
I'm smoking cookie lil nigga, don't pass me no dirty
Hundred ten wrapped tight, this shit like a phonebook
Racks on top of racks, this shit like a pileup
Dab on top of dab, they eating the style up
I hop in the foreign, I'm boosting the miles up
My diamonds dancing, came straight out the shower
New Gucci glasses and it came with the flowers
Jump every line, we don't wait in no crowds
You ain't getting no cash then you out of bounds

Too many racks in the skinnies, it won't work
Mama looking for me, I was stuck in the streets
But I didn't have no time for no homework
I had to get all that weed, ain't no time for no freaks
But I'd rather go pick up that chrome first
How you gon' handle your business, you all in my business
Nigga please, go handle your own first
Ayy pass me them keys, I hop in that bitch and I skrrt
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce, fuck around get your ho took
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce, fuck around get your hopes up

done

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