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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!

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I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

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Doe Boy

Real Talk, Pt. 2

 

Real Talk, Pt. 2

(album: Boyz N Da Hood 2 - 2012)


I ain't no killer but don't push me
You can call me anything you want, just make sure it ain't pussy
Won't let them catch me lacking, I ain't trynna catch a bullet
I put that on my fucking grave, You run up, I'mma pull it
You disrespect the squad then you out your fucking mind
We cocking them nines, the bullets is flying and niggas gon' end up dying
40 to his mouth, tell that fuck nigga be quiet
Tie is ass up and let them sit in the garage
I don't trust these niggas, it's just me, myself and Ruger
You better keep it cool cause I won't hesitate to do ya
Youngins in my clique and they all tryna be shooters
Not playing with these niggas it's like they versus to computer
I keep one in the edge you better know that I'mma cock it
Cause bitch I come from Cleveland, niggas out here ain't gon' box
I'm trynna keep my life so I ain't worrying 'bout no cops
Keep my eyes open I ain't going out like Pac
Raised to be a savage I was just a little nigga
Firm life thugging, I rolled with a bunch of killers
Swimming with the sharks and in the jungle with Gorillas
So if you got a problem you can solve it with this trigger
R.I.P to T.John, R.I.P to Joe
Only like 16, but my young niggas cut throat
Throwing up the 6 screaming "Let Big J go!"
Black flags hanging, bitch you ain't my folk
Free my nigga Pooh, we fuck the feds cause they be watching
Got a lot of pistols cause I know niggas be plotting
Stocked up like a soldier, who the fuck you think you robbin'?
Taliban goon, call me Doesama Bin Laden
All my niggas slang 'caine, tote straps and gang bang
Bitch I grew up 'round this shit so I be on that same thang
You can't hang where I hang, you can't claim what I claim
Rubber Band Money Gang they gon' let them shots rain
? motherfucking bust and they shoot?
So try me if you want I bet you gon' see Jesus walk
They ain't 'bout that life, they only cut throat when they talk
Pistol in his face I bet that'll make that nigga soft
Real talk

(Real talk, real talk, real talk...)

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