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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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Dealer Plated

 

Dealer Plated

(album: Up For Days - 2015)


[Verse 1:]
Counting dirty money, getting faded
Gold chains, gun's nickel plated
Whoo! Eyes dilated
Fuck around and you can die later

[Pre-Hook:]
Foreign cars, getting faded
I spend a hundred large dealer plated
Went and got a woman named Haley
I was counting dirty money. getting faded

[Hook:]
And if you're talking 'bout that money, dawg
Well tell my niggas they can have it all
Whoo! Counting money, getting faded
C-c-counting money, getting faded

[Verse 2 Belly:]
Fuck your mixtape, fuck your compilation
You're no longer in the conversation
I don't do this for the compensation
I don't do shit in moderation
Me and God got our own relation
Fuck a session this a congregation
Fucking bitches, that's consummation

{I swear this shit is an abomination}

This energy is intoxicating
I get you drunk over conversation
Look, they stand and watch, making observations
I'm trying to fuck with no complications, bitch!
I ain't one for the confrontation
My dawgs pull up make accommodations for you
Like a holiday or a long vacation for you
We gon' find a whole new location for you

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 3 Belly:]
Underground till I'm underground
Underdog till I'm under God
I can never be one of y'all
I don't fuck with like none of y'all
Hm, make another comment
Walk around with your under-armour like
I won't pull up
And put bullets all through your under garments
Damn, hot-headed but we cold-hearted
If you can't finish, why you gon' start it
Tell his mama I'm so sorry
I send her roses, there's bodies under my rose garden
That's so retarded, damn
I ain't one for the arguments
[?]
And she treat my dick like a monument
Damn
Stay on the tree like an ornament
Wait I think he's onto us
Can we please just get on with it?

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

Counting dirty money, getting faded
Gold chains, gun's nickel plated
Whoo! Eyes dilated
Fuck around and you can die later

And if you're talking 'bout that money, doll
Well tell my niggas they can have it all
Whoo! You niggas violating
Fuck around and get annihilated

done

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