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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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Zuse

Regular

 

Regular

(album: Trench Zuse - 2016)


Bottle after bottle, bucket after bouquet
Champagne, liquor, Moët after my way
Lit in this bitch, going up all the way
Balling on these niggas 'cause it's a part of me

Regular, yeah, regular
I'm fucking up the track on the regular
Regular, regular
I'm fucking up the track on the regular

I let the check talk, then I do the flex walk
I'mma make a move when the Tec spout
Throw up, your sex is not a flex-off
You can't check a nigga like a dead ball
Knock your head off, nigga I'm the head boss
Fuck nigga had a problem then got scared off
Flex-up, flex-up, young nigga run to it, get your check up
Check up, check up, everybody know Zuse is the next up, yeah
Bubbly, bubbly, pulled up, young nigga sipping cake sauce

Bottle after bottle, bucket after bouquet
Champagne, liquor, Moët after my way
Lit in this bitch, going up all the way
Balling on these niggas 'cause it's a part of me

Regular, yeah, regular
I'm fucking up the track on the regular
Regular, regular
I'm fucking up the track on the regular

I get the guap, I get the guap, I blow a bag of cash
Finger-fuck the money, boy, I got it, count it fast
Finger-fuck the money, boy, you gotta count it faster
Two-fifty nigga, on the motherfucking dash
The grip cost a bag, but the flav' got the man
I break my wrist, I break my wrist, I cooked up border half
Gold yarn belt yacks holding up my pants
Balenci on my feet you gotta watch where you stand
You know I keep that Glock on me, so don't think you can rock with me
You know I keep that guap on me, I pop on you, you pop on me
Blowing on your property, catch you niggas properly
These motherfuckers really think they really got the drop on me

Bottle after bottle, bucket after bouquet
Champagne, liquor, Moët after my way
Lit in this bitch, going up all the way
Balling on these niggas 'cause it's a part of me

Regular, yeah, regular
I'm fucking up the track on the regular
Regular, regular
I'm fucking up the track on the regular

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