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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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The Cool Kids

Rush Hour Traffic

 

Rush Hour Traffic

(album: When Fish Ride Bicycles - 2011)


[Intro:]
We get long, let them trunks lift up
Ay ay...

[Sir Michael Rocks:]
We all know Mikey aka the Great Estaré
Banco Populair
Looking rare homie, what's the skit
So you could holla at me if you want me If you don't keep it rolling don't be dropping names like a ton of bricks
I'm in the '96 SL5
But ain't nothing on that badboy
The button stick when I be unlocking it
So I grabbed the cutless keys like a Fucking thief
Take a sweet, gut it, stuff it then we puff it babyy
The Baileys, mixed with Grandma ye'
See we calling it the "Grandmama"
See, just like the Larry Johnson kinds
In the huddle with the Bubble goose down
Downtime spent working on my rhyme schemes
Them alpines hit like a young rocky
A skinny dude but I'm eating like I'm stocky
Bucket seats 70's challengers for the amateurs...

[Chorus: x2]
This is for them Regals, Granddaddy's cutlesses
Stuck-in-town vehicles
The speakers gon' love it
The trucks is all low like I talked about his mother
Driving around slow, like there's an accident or something
Ssssskkkkkurrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

[Chuck Inglish:]
Digging the dumps, cigar guts into anything
Piggy bank change couldn't break if the ground shake
Earthquake shake and San Andres fault
First-place trophy is the only to race in them
Talk to me dawg, please don't talk at me
I thought I saw the credits runnin on with all that acting
Wass happening
Surely {shurly?}
Rerun
[?]
See me with it now like they gotta get theirs tomorrow
Ferrari's [?] naaaa
Phantoms [?] nope!
Triple gold spokes on them Lincoln town cars
Like back when I was driving to the mall where that Circuit City was
Gotta get this installed

[Bridge: Chuck Inglish]
That flip face touch screen remote control and all that
Bass treble biz
And it smells like a loud pack
[That AC fan]
Strawberry air freshners to mix with the scent
Shooting free throws for the win...

[Chorus x3]

done

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