Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
Lyrkit press

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!)

next

skip
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

Or rate me in Windows Store:


And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Benny The Butcher

.762

 

.762

(album: My First Brick - 2016)


Uh, Yeah
It's Benny (right)
Ayo Conway, feel like, feel like I got these niggas in my scope right now

Uh, fuck the fame we only came for the bread
Told my homie it's a bonus if you aim for the head
You point a gun at him he gon' say that ain't what he said
Plus the clip in it long as Wilt Chamberlain leg
Lost some homies, spent a couple birthdays in the feds
I met plugs, not just thugs, I met Haitians in dreads
You know the kicks that I'm lacing are red
You blazing up reg, tension thick
You tasting the air, I'm blatant you scared
Riding out for my team, watching out for the D's
You ever stashed work in a house full of fiends?
You niggas just rapping, I'm about everything
Need shooters and captains when you scout in a team
Time is money, and I'mma need an hour or more
I leave the trap smelling like gunpowder and raw
I'm having nightmares they raiding, huddled out in the hall
Same time I was flushing, they was pounding the door
When you try'na get shit, you ain't used to having
Might run into some problems, might use some ratchets
Might run into some cops, wearing suits and badges
Never speak on what you saw, if you do you ratting
Real legend, and I'm still plugged in with criminals
You catch a case, pray the judge give a minimal
I send it through your loved ones when they visit you
I live in a town where the love ain't reciprocal

Rock your enemy to sleep like the drama dead
Then walk up on him in a Rasta wig
Who held the city down like a boat anchor
I got smokers in the room burning coat hangers
Smoking on sour, mixed with cookies
Revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
I treated the kitchen like chemistry
We unwrap em then we bag em individually

My intentions was good but the money was evil
[?] cutting diesel, laying up in casinos
I got a hundred clips a hundred straps, none of em legal
Tell on you, brick of C4 under your Regal
Paid since I seen Nino, shit went out with them Guidos
You the type to get your shit took and run to a CO
I'm the type to get your shit pushed and run to Toledo
It's like I was, bred to be great, so this bread could get baked
Or your head I just take, my hand on this 8, like a man out his Bape
These rap niggas get more weird by the day
I wake up like. what the fuck I'm gon' hear bout today
I was still in the hood serving fiends like CVS
Bracelet on my ankle that's a GPS
They ain't beat me yet, fans still ain't meet me yet
James Bond hopping out that Aston Martin DBS
When you being mentioned with the baddest who spitting
Average niggas hating, ain't you so they had you the villain
Mad in they feelings, probably cus' the talent ain't in em
Not only that though, the passion ain't in em
Take it from me, look
My life way deeper than bars and hooks
Pawns and rooks, this shit really hard as it look
If walls could talk, they tell you how the raw was cooked
And how we got to be stars from cooks
My first brick, uh

Rock your enemy to sleep like the drama dead
Then walk up on him in a Rasta wig
Who held the city down like a boat anchor
I got smokers in the room burning coat hangers
Smoking on sour, mixed with cookies
Revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
I treated the kitchen like chemistry
We unwrap em then we bag em individually

Yeah
You already know nigga
You already know walls closing in on niggas man
Yeah
It's me
It's me
I ain't telling my story in third person
Naw
I'm hands on
I'm hands on my nigga
Yeah

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?