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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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Conway The Machine

You Kan't Live Freestyle

 

You Kan't Live Freestyle

(album: Reject On Steroids - 2017)


Machine, nigga
I don't drink cold Henny
Uhh, I told Benny bring hoes plenty
Far as O's, I sold plenty
I hold semis, I stood in the cold in my old Pennys
We can get it popping nigga, yes
Hand-made mask out of stocking with a TEC
Nigga lose a whole lung when I pop 'em in the chest
I can tell you ain't getting money rocking them Guisep's
Ask Cutta, we got it rocking on the steps
At his momma house
Boy, them shoe boxes was a mess
When I'm on the plane only time I'll be getting rest
But the way that I've been getting cheques
I been feeling blessed (talk to 'em)
Yes, 3 thousand dollar specs
Cartiers, pony hair, blood bottoms when I step
You fucking with me, that's highly unlikely
I don't play ball
Still getting boxes from Nike, whoa
I know these rap niggas probably don't like me
I'm killing shit 'til somebody come fight me, uhh
Or somebody come snipe me
I'm from the hood where my shottie rung nightly
Madison Square Garden looking icy
I ain't court side, but a row behind Spike Lee
Out in Cali, I'm smoking my own strand
Griselda bitch, we started our own gang
You pussy ass niggas should ride in your own lane
Wig shot, close range
Goodbye ya whole brain, motherfucker

done

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