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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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Chief Keef

Oh My Goodness

 

Oh My Goodness

(album: The Leek, Vol. 3 - 2015)


[Hook:]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smoking all this dope, my hobby's getting money
I count money like I'm poor, you know I already done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I'm stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this shit for me

[Verse 1:]
I'll be flexing on niggas, just cooling, flexing
I got my niggas, my money, my toolie
I got my car, and my house and my jewelry
Yes, flexing on niggas, I ain't worried
Smoking tooka to the head
Come through shoot ya then you're dead
I'm getting money fuck the feds
I'm Glo Gang, what is that?
That's my shit, you little bitch
Let's get rich you little bitch
Get off my dick you little bitch
And go get you a brick
Smoking TuTu that's my opps
So much damn TuTu on my car
Counting rolls like a boss then
You know that I know

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Money machine go beep beep
Hop in my car shooting shit du-du du-du du-du beep beep
All these fuck boys wanna be me
His bitch let me fuck her cause I got racks so I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet
Tell that on my phone yeah
Money tatted on my mind yeah
Thirty tatted on my gun yeah
It's time to have fun yeah
His bitch say she wanna fuck me
She really wanna fuck my money
Thought that I ain't know
She thought that I was a dummy
Told her save that shit, baby you on that lame ass shit
I don't play that shit

[Hook]

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