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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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City Morgue

Pros

 

Pros

(album: My Bloody America - 2023)


Yung Germ

Hanging with the pros
She suck on the dick while she touching on her toes
I love being rich
Taking niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a bitch

Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff puff
Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up
Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff puff
Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up

Hanging with them sinners and them killers
Why that nigga chattin'? I'll put him in a bag
Hanging with them shooters and the drillers
One shot from the Smith and put that boy on his ass
You a opp, I'm lighting up your kick back, kick back
Tell me, shoot the nine, nigga, get back, get back
Bulletproof windows, I can sit back, sit back
And watch y'all try to hit, but y'all niggas always miss

Hanging with the pros
She suck on the dick while she touching on her toes
I love being rich
Taking niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a bitch

Pull up to my hood, you know I got them sticks (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Stash box rite in the hood 'cause I ain't taking risks (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
Up to no good, I'm fucking on your bitch (Ewok, Ewok)
Somewhere far up in the woods, I'm digging you a ditch (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Bury you alive (Ewok), he ain't coming back (No, no)
It's 2:35 (No, no), you ever seen that movie, New Jersey Drive? (No, no)
Nah, I seen the porno, when the two shorties die (Ewok)
Dropped six stories high (Ewok, Ewok)

Hanging with the pros
She suck on the dick while she touching on her toes
I love being rich
Taking niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a—
Hanging with the pros
She suck on the dick while she touching on her toes
I love being rich
T-t-t-t-taking niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that—, 'cause that boy a bitch

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