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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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Fat Nick

Seven Figure Habits

 

Seven Figure Habits


Ayo Lil Mexico, pass the gas

[Fat Nick:]
They want the old Fat Nick, back on bullshit
Popped a lot of percs now I pop a lot of Glocks
If you see a bad bitch, I fucked her and all her friends
I spent my money on some guns, got some diamonds and some drip
This a seven figure habit, arms I can't get a casket
I been rich for way too long, these is facts, I don't be bragging
See that Porsche roof drop, 5.56 pop
Every IG model want my dick but they get cropped
In the club twenty bottles of that Hen' I pop 'em off
In the streets, thirty clip, who or where, we let 'em off
This a big body, we spin on anybody
And we ain't moving half bricks, we talking big money
The Hellcat make a lot of noise, sound like a Glock shot
Your man, he talk a lot of shit but he a broke fuck
Sending opps to the grave by the dump truck
If you the last man standing have the pole tucked
It's a blitz when I pull up, ZZ Corvette when I pull off
If that bitch ain't sucking dick I tell that hoe to pause and skrrt off
You broke, don't want no issues
My pistol come with some tissues
These perkies don't make me miss you
You thugging so keep it with you
Remix Sprite, yeah, these bullets might, yeah
These diamonds bright, yeah, keep ducking it's on sight, yeah
Road running demon, chop a pack, ain't never catch me lacking
Ain't need no scamming just to get my bands up, what I'm stacking

[Pouya:]
Baby Bone put 24's on that Vogue
You bitches still whipping Volvos
Fanboys take photos
Hoes take they clothes off and offer me blowjobs for nothing
You expect me not to accept?
How you get me naked and then you come for my neck?
Every move I make is calculated, all for the set
As the hate grows, as do the bankrolls
So we keep everything from MAC-10s to flamethrowers
Too deep in the HV yelling "why the fuck you hate me?"
I just wanna make my money and music and live safely
So I keep it off safety
Know my enemies wanna take me
Six feet underneath the ground but it don't fucking phase me
Yeah I walk a tightrope knowing one day I will fall off
But until then, keep the gloves on
Might hit a fuckboy with a crowbar
Then run away like I was Olaf
I peeled off in a minivan
I'm feeling like I'm Jackie Chan
I do my stunts, I stack my bands
I split it up with friends and fam
I thank the Lord for all my fans
I pray I'm never broke again
I've been through hell and back again
I'll never let the devil in my soul
A hundred bands for the Benz, running over picket fences
Potholes and bullet holes, put fuckboys in trenches
I got goals I gotta reach before I'm 37
Bitch it's Kevin, motherfucker
Give a fuck about a reverend, only praying to myself, yuh

done

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