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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

Egyptian Cloth

 

Egyptian Cloth

(album: Everybody Is F.O.O.D. 3 - 2019)


Yeah, I whip the block counterclockwise
Baking soda make the product in the pot rise
A fuck nigga, I despise, I let a shot fly
And push the nigga's shit lopside, yeah
Push the Bugatti like Speed Racer driving mach 5
How I ain't in your niggas top five?
When it comes to this grimy shit, I'm the top guy (I'm that nigga)
And I don't even jot lines (I don't be writing this shit, nigga)
Fifteen hundred for a Spade up in One Oak (That's just one bottle)
Threw ten thousand, that's just one stroke (Uh-huh)
Lay a nigga down if he want smoke (What's popping, nigga?)
Stacking my bread, ain't tryna die and leave my son broke
I'm that nigga if you haven't heard
Hit 'em with a bullet from the MAC, it burns
Burberry trench, I just had to splurge (You see me, baby)
Richest nigga in my city, nigga, that's my word, word

Yeah, fuck the fed cops, free the niggas that the feds locked
Wig out your head top, hollow head, lead pop
Tear drops tatted on my shooter's face, dreadlock
Shoot you where you stand, that's your motherfucking bed spot
Hauling that shit, drive-bys playing real cops
Youngin on the backseat shooting 'til I say stop
Machine got this rap shit in a headlock, yeah

done

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