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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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Busta Rhymes

Oh No

 

Oh No

(album: Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath Of God - 2020)


Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talking 'bout, my nigga? I got 'em
(Dready)
I got 'em

Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talking 'bout? Nigga, I got 'em
Need I remind 'em? They must've forgotten
Fuck this bitch up from the top to the bottom
Kill 'em all 'til they decay and they rotten
Whip shit I can't pronounce, just know it's foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I'm making 'em sick again, bitch, go 'head, vomit
Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talking 'bout? Nigga, I got 'em
Me taking L's, that talk is so uncommon
And shit, hide they shit before my niggas rob 'em
You better off dead or probably playing possum
And stay on the ground 'cause there's no better option
Then fuck up this bitch with another concoction
Clear out the block with a blare from the shotgun (Shotgun)
Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talking 'bout, my nigga? I got 'em
Clown niggas from miles away, we still spot 'em
Man, fuck around and end up on a milk carton
Nigga wondering who shot him
Grave located, don't post these niggas garden
Pop niggas up, now watch how I'ma rock 'em
I chop a brick up, now watch how they gon' cop 'em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop 'em
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop 'em
Plot against us, then watch how we just stop 'em
What we 'posed to do? Nigga from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the fuck is they gon' stop him?
Clout thirsty niggas on the 'gram, we block 'em
Pull up and watch the way the bitches flock 'em

(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
Bitch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can fuck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? Nigga could be never, oh no, no (No)
Fuck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)

Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talking 'bout? Nigga, I got 'em
(Watch how I) How I wack 'em and I sock 'em
Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock 'em
Then cop me a planet, fuck it up like Saddam
Batmobile whipping, pulling up to Gotham
Chamomile sipping, counting blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill, bitches know I beg your pardon (Your pardon)
Bitch, what's the problem?
How we fuck shit up, my nigga? I got 'em
Y'all niggas know that what we do is awesome
You're better off leaving, purchase you a coffin (A coffin)
You gon' thank me in the morning
You know I keep shooting, the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do shit that keep all of you niggas talking
Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talking 'bout, my nigga? I got 'em
Fuck shit up here and all the way to Scotland
And bruck him up where there's no reason to pop him
And talk my shit clear while every speaker knocking
Motherfucker got 'em flocking
I talk to the streets, that be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning

(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
Bitch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can fuck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? Nigga could be never, oh no, no (No)
Fuck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)

done

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