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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

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(album: 17 Bullets - 2016)


Keep quiet when you see bosses talking
Whip with all the horses from the Pyrex under the water faucet
And trapping on the 2nd floor apartment
I had a kid, went to jail and came home to my daughter talking
I clip ya man, you probably call the sergeant
'Cause you a rat they should gave you a flashlight in a corner office
You ever try adding all your losses
I'm in the company of slaughterers, kingpins and border crossers
I got a dog that call home New Orleans
He never watched the Hornets
He just cook up work while he boiling crayfish
Marble floors, the toilet stall is porcelain
That nigga rich and cheap
He feed all his side bitches Boston market
This rap shit still a passion in me
And I murk everything I'm on
So that's why I brought casket with me
Fuck my pops, that's the bastard in me
When it come to stretching I'm a professor
Hustlers take classes with me
Me and my boo in a wide body coupe
Nigga, you live by it you gotta die by it too
You ain't never had enough work that you could supply a group
So cheap, that everybody and they momma buying too, let's go

I got three bullets for the hate, three bullets for the grudge
Three bullets for the Jakes, three bullets for the judge
Three bullets for ya head-I'm aiming over ya vest
I came with 17-I still got two bullets left

I got three bullets for the hate, three bullets for the grudge
Three bullets for the Jakes, three bullets for the judge
Three bullets for ya head-I'm aiming over ya chest
I came with 17-I still got two bullets left, let's go

"These are the real Sopranos"

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