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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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Don Toliver

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[Intro:]
RamyOnThaBeat

[Don Toliver:]
Got P's on call I hit that lick
I got a bitch that's fine as shit
She pulling up to juug the hit
Come with the bag and come split
Don't worry 'bout nothing it's counterfeit
He has the chance, finesse the bitch
Move with no evidence
Just call me if he tests shit
Got P's on call I hit that lick
I got a bitch that's fine as shit
She pulling up to juug the hit
Come with the bag and come split
Don't worry 'bout nothing it's counterfeit
He has the chance, finesse the bitch
Move with no evidence
Just call me if he tests shit

Now what I told you girl
Go get the bag and make that money
Shake that ass and keep it coming
Set it up, gon' take some
Now what I told you girl
If he got a question, I don't know
He might be feds, and I ain't going
Undercover lying, you ain't even know
Now what I told you girl
Go get the bag, stack it up
Too much ass, back it up
Go get the coupe, and wrap it up
Now what I told you girl
If he on the phone, then he calling law
You better run, and make a haul
You better snatch the bag and all
See I'm on aim, with precision
I ain't gon' lie, I got vision
Yeah, I got dope, in the kitchen
Book a hotel, when I'm whipping

Got P's on call I hit that lick
I got a bitch that's fine as shit
She pulling up to juug the hit
Come with the bag and come split
Don't worry 'bout nothing it's counterfeit
He has the chance, finesse the bitch
Move with no evidence
Just call me if he tests shit
Got P's on call I hit that lick
I got a bitch that's fine as shit
She pulling up to juug the hit
Come with the bag and come split
Don't worry 'bout nothing it's counterfeit
He has the chance, finesse the bitch
Move with no evidence
Just call me if he tests shit

[Dice SoHo:]
I got a freaky shit boss bitch
Got her own money she can talk shit
Chest still jumping like a mosh pit
Bentley truck, fuck with the top whip
Pop shit, my watch lit
So cold, I got sick
Diamonds hit hard like [?] twins
Ninth grade recs in my cargo pants
Rodeo on a Tuesday
You don't even know da amount I spent
Free my dawgs, hit a lick for a mil'
Bust it down with all my friends
All my hoes got my name on their body
Tryna turn a Maserati to a Bugatti
Made 'em learn to stretch like they're doing Pilates
Chopping down trees and I don't know karate
Just got off the phone with [?]
Smoking with Scotty
Hell yeah, the packs finally landed
God damn, I'm feeling real jolly
We got drugs, we got bottles
We the life of the party
[?] on my drip, and that ain't hearty
And my niggas smoke like Bob Marley

[Don Toliver:]
Got P's on call I hit that lick
I got a bitch that's fine as shit
She pulling up to juug the hit
Come with the bag and come split
Don't worry 'bout nothing it's counterfeit
He has the chance, finesse the bitch
Move with no evidence
Just call me if he tests shit
Got P's on call I hit that lick
I got a bitch that's fine as shit
She pulling up to juug the hit
Come with the bag and come split
Don't worry 'bout nothing it's counterfeit
He has the chance, finesse the bitch
Move with no evidence
Just call me if he tests shit

done

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