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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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Caskey

Still Ridin (Interlude)

 

Still Ridin (Interlude)

(album: The Lost Files - 2015)


Ya, fuck what they told ya
I'm riding round with Stunna serving
In the cuts of Magnolia
I guess he still
Got them thang for ten a brick
What shall I benefit learning from my predecessors
It's immanent that I ball on the nay-sayers
Their hate layers
They wish I wasn't deep like the chakras and great prayers
They prefer that I was shallow with the stairs on the hot tub
They send all this hate, still I got love
Look, I'm so unacquainted with cameras and getting painted
It's something that'chu not
And this industry rather tainted
Realize all that Gucci Wear is a heinous disguise
Forty caliber it ain't at ya sides
Aim at your ties
I'm tired of fake ballers
I give it to ya, you great stallers
But the truth on the way
You on the way up out the door
When I come around things in alignment
I ain't talking about the rock when I say throw up the diamonds
I get some steel
I hear on some fuck shit
And you still serving mid on some out of luck shit
Ya I'm still riding 'round with the same homies
You recognize but you ain't even know me
Mother fucka and I'm still riding, still riding
Twenty years in the game
Mother fucka and I'm still riding, still riding
Ya, I'm a legend in my city
Mother fucka and I'm still riding, still riding
Too much dough to count
Mother fucka and I'm still ridin, still riding

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