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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

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I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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City Morgue

Boy In The Box

 

Boy In The Box

(album: My Bloody America - 2023)


Yung Germ

[ZillaKami:]
Waiting for that boy preparing drop kicks
Like the matches, burning 'em's an option
Niggas put they heads out when I pop in
Can't see where I was, like a nigga in the mud
Equivalent to 20 lashes, modern day
5 punches to the face is on your dinner plate
Go into the backyard nigga, dig your grave
Soften up the dirt, prepare to get murked
Pain, pain, pussy gang bang
Insane rage, need a pay raise
Sell crack, xans, fentanyl
Take your drugs kiddo, they will make you grow up tall
Cigarettes starting to make a motherfucker cough
Not even my bitch can get a motherfucker off
Pull up to the party, niggas acting like I'm soft
Ima stab that nigga till they fucking pull me off

Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fucking black mold
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fucking black mold

[SosMula:]
What you know 'bout catching bodies in that turf war? (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
What you know 'bout catching bodies in that real war? (Bop-bop-bop)
Ah, we throwing bodies off the third floor (Nyoom)
Ah, I hit your body with the mossberg (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Ah, moshpit on the block
Moshpit on our opps (Ewok, ewok)
Moshpit on the cops (Ewok, ewok)
Ah, cartridge with the stocks
Heartless with the opps
Park bench he was shot (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Ah, I can't die before my time go (No-no)
Rocket launchers like I'm Rondonumbanine though (Boom, boom)
Big Glock .9 in my number nine clothes (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
We skip stop signs, driving with my eyes closed (Nyoom-nyoom-nyoom)

[ZillaKami:]
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fucking black mold
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fucking black mold

done

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