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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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Destroy Lonely

Pop Shit / Xtra

 

Pop Shit / Xtra

(album: </3 - 2020)


Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(Clayco on the beat)
Oh yeah, yeah
Lonely, Lonely
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lonely, Lonely
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Yeah

I'm in this bit and I'm lit with my niggas
Top floor, bitch, I'm posted with the killers
Mob shit, nigga, something like Goodfellas
And I pop this shit, nigga, any place, wherever
And I know these bird bitches flock together
And this clip long like a TV special
And my money long, yes, I'm having extras
They can't fuck with Lil Lone 'cause he don't do the extras naw

Bad bitch, she sexy, dawg
Yeah, and ain't no way I'm stressing, naw
And these niggas broke, not stressing y'all
And this shit exclusive, it's not in the mall, nigga
And I feel like my only purpose is to ball, nigga
I was down bad, no, they wouldn't call a nigga
Now I'm going up so they tryna call a nigga
Yeah, I was skipping school, didn't have a locker
We still screaming free my dawg straight out the lock up
I hate when my thumb lock up when I count up
I hit a bad bitch right on the counter
I heard he popping shit so we might drop him
And I'm gon' make a flip, no, I'm not a flopper
And I'm feel on your bitch, nigga, like a doctor
Damn, I got too many hoes, I gotta problem

I'm in this bit and I'm lit with my niggas
Top floor, bitch, I'm posted with the killers
Mob shit, nigga, something like Goodfellas
And I pop this shit, nigga, any place, wherever
And I know these bird bitches flock together
And this clip long like a TV special
And my money long, yes, I'm having extras
They can't fuck with Lil Lone 'cause he don't do the extras naw

(The extras naw)
(Whatever, dawg)
I make a flip but I'm not a flopper
Yeah, oh yeah
No stylist

done

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