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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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Chris Travis

The Message

 

The Message

(album: Some (Silence Of Me Eternally) - 2014)


Money go-getter
What's her name, I'll get her
Fuck the fame, just came
I'm a young Memphis nigga
In my Jordan flip-flops with my hair in a knot
With a knot in my socks
And my chest in a slot

Nigga
All I fucking know is sex, money, and to rob
In a all white charger looking like the fucking Rock
On the block with the pot
Looking hot
For the cream of the crop
Don't stop
Fuck a cop
Do it till your heart drop

Pussy nigga I'm the realest
I don't gotta act tough
Pussy nigga I'm the chillest
Riding in a black truck
Full of bad white women
Niggas wanna act up
Leave his ass dissected
I'm that nigga, act like you get the message
Boy you not shit so stop flexing
Yeah, I'm the boy that your girl texting
If you want something
Little nigga fetch it
Imma have to give bitches lessons

Your face is your essence
Your body when naked
It is a blessing, to see you
It's my pleasure to meet you

Niggas really wanna keep up
Your style don't change
Can you please speed up?
I create things
Just wet my feet up
Most niggas made things I don't wanna speak of
I relate things that you wanna dream of
Standing in the rain with a blunt and a mug
The pains in my songs
I don't really need love
I know how you feel
But I don't need us
Baby

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