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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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Drakeo The Ruler

John Gotti

 

John Gotti

(album: So Cold I Do Em 2 - 2021)


First off, bitch, my life is Baghdad (Thank You Fizzle)
Woofing on the net, then he got stripped, where was his strap at? (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
A hundred fifty in a trash bag, time to shake him up
We tip the strippers, we strip the strippers
It's the mob, bitch, we kill the killers
Beat it up, beat it up, yeah, Thriller Manila
Minks and bling, don't leave out the chinchillas
Double R, Rolls Royce Dawn, you niggas know the deal with me
I'm a boss, never get robbed, niggas could only steal from me
But then some twelve year olds come out and drill for me
Think about it, do you want these problems literally?
The grim reaper out and he don't show no sympathy

John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me, nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it, if you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me, nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it, if you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?

See an opp in traffic, hit him up, nigga, 2Pac
The crime report and ballistics say he died from two Glocks
I know he ran his mouth, but did you have to knock his shoes off?
Forty with a dick, let it squeeze, it got blue balls
He'll be trippy red if he playing with my blue hundreds
Sixty-six shots, another six at Jimmy Neutron
I'm on demon time, don't you ever get too big headed
Beef on the plate, shrimp, lobster, steak, eat with me
Instead you worry 'bout always tryna compete with me
Swimming with the fishes like he tryna find Nemo
Got shark in the water, a great white, he seafood
Dumbass spent his whole life tryna be Deebo
A hundred shells drop, cock back mops and reload
That Black Lives Matter shit is so 2003 bro, ugh

John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me, nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it, if you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me, nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it, if you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?

Shit, nigga, John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, nigga, I'm the don in my city, who is you in yours?
Shit, grab the beef packet and make Top Ramen noodles with it
Shit, John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
If you ain't tryna get no money, who you do it for?

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