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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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Duwap Kaine

Out On Bond

 

Out On Bond

(album: Kaine's Diary - 2022)


Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm not talking 'bout iPhone when I just said I made an air drop (Damn, damn, damn)
V-VVS fit with them teardrops (Damn, damn)
Fucking your ho and I'm making her bed rock (Damn)
I read the money, fuck a bookshop
I'm making edibles in a crockpot
Dolce Gabbana my flip-flops
Whipping that pot, nigga, 'til my wrist lock
Got long hair, I don't got a flat top
Love toting guns 'cause my brother chop
I do not fuck with 911, I do not see myself being a cop
I only see myself at the top
I just see fuck niggas being opps
I'm a young nigga, Sir Flex-a-Lot
When in the fuck the beat gon' drop? (Woo)
Where my bros with a thot?
Flex music, no, this not hip-hop
Hit him with a SIG, nigga, and he hip and he hop
Upping my pistol when I'm finna hop
Can't trust the plug, nigga, I got set up
I'm going through it, you said, "Keep your head up"
Not 'bout these bitches, man, I'm 'bout the cheddar
You know you a bitch, you a rumor spreader
I swear to God I do it better
Two rap bitches, yeah, Salt-N-Pepa
I spent a thousand dollars on a sweater
Just to wear that shit in any weather
Slow, I swear that all of these bitches be slow
Right at the store, right at the Citgo
And I'm in jail, but I don't need stove
'Cause I'm finna bond out, finna go, go, go

done

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