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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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Drop City Yacht Club

Too Short

 

Too Short

(album: Cure For Cold Weather - 2014)


Yeah, talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Too short, yeah (Biatch, shit)

I got my eyes for my baddie, my heart for my momma
Taught me "Don't pay for your car before you pay for your karma"
If I'm being honest, felt like the devil was honest
Wanted that American Pie, but we got that devil's lasagna
I don't die with my impostors, I pray with my pastors
Fold my hands and say my grace before I graze in my passions, yeah
Young Lazarus, no ass to kiss
Got my trophy, yeah, no asterisk
Who'd have thunk it? Momma's lil' pumpkin
Went and carved his own mix in this bitch; now, ain't that somethin'?
And I'm the something from the nothing they were talking 'bout
Do me a side of the fire booker and say nothing when I was walking out
'Cause I didn't even smell like smoke
Dust my shoulders off and told these haters, "Hang my coat"
Now, how's that for a quote? I mean, how's that for some hope?
I told Relly I'd be back when I got my back off these ropes, I'm home

Yeah, talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Too short (Biatch)
Yeah, talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Too short (Biatch)

I keep a bad bitch right beside me
So fly like where a kite stay
My kicks hella cold, call 'em ice trays
I walk by and tell a hater, "Have a nice day" (Nice day)
Dark shades with some rock 'n' roll Chucks (Chucks)
But seeing blue jeans, that's a California tux
And I could give a California fuck
Life's a beach, surf's up (Surf's up)
Drop City, yeah, Drop City
I'm feeling like Curry about to drop fifty, cruising with the top missing (Missin')
I'm no magician, but your broad missing
Poof, it's kinda different now the plot thickens (Plot thickens)
I am Mike to you Scott Pimpins
And I will not stop 'til you stop tripping
I'm taking shots, I am not sipping
Banana flow (Y'all slippin')

Yeah, talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Too short (Biatch)
Yeah, talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Talk dirty, bitch
Too short (Biatch, biatch, biatch)

done

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