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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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Benny The Butcher

Beamer, Benz, Bentley

 

Beamer, Benz, Bentley

(album: Benny Montana - 2010)


Let's go
Benny, nigga
But you already know that, right?
Look

Beamer Benz or Bentley, fuck what they expect
And I got now, motherfuck who waiting next
Two hundred dollar kicks, shorty give me eight stacks
I'm a tall [?] like a NBA ref
I'm stunting, like fuck it, I do this shit for nothing
I'm popping bottles and I rocked your newest shit for nothing
Ferraris, Bugatti, I'm trafficking, I'm sorry
That mink on my back, it feel like African safari
My passenger a diva, my glasses and my vicas
I swear my back pockets prolly fatter than Aretha
I run a nigga over when I'm backing up the Beamer
Them diamonds and them C-notes came from wrapping up a kilo
Didn't you know I do it, I am not a rapper
Masses with gloves, I am not a catcher
Hit them with that chopper yo I am kind of accurate
When I leave her house, she gonna have to buy a mattress
And I keep that heat, work always cheats
And I back that out if y'all play me
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I ain't handcuffing, you can get my bitch too
Here my Beamer, Benz, Bentley
Them D cups always tempt me
I been trapping dog, Shay gave me this beat to resurrect me
Fuck her in my hoodie and my sneakers if she let me
Cook up in the kitchen, I'ma stretch it if she let me
Your bitch kinda bad, you be sleeping on your broad
I bust a nut, after that I'm sleeping on your bra
And I'm in the trap so I keep her in the malls
I blow a dutch, put her in a sleeper then I'm gone
In my Beamer, Benz, or Bentley

done

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