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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 Trel

No Secrets

 

No Secrets

(album: No Secrets - 2010)


A Meatchi:

Board Admin & Bass Heads Got Me Feeling Like No Secrets Fool

You Know, Slutty Boy Young Millionaire and all that

A Kevin, turn that beat up for me though

You know how that go...

A... A Listen, It's no secrets and you niggas look like polices
Foreign features got them bitches on my phone geeking
She Puerto Rican,
I'm rolling
I don't know what she speaking
But I know she gleasing
I must be freakneaking for the weekend

We tricking chicken
My YM Niggas keep bitches creeping
Kick Em Like FIFA
We ain't interested in what you teaching
So let the panel know we back the commission intact
In all black bumping Ricky Ross in the trap

A certified Fool, Bitch I'm all that
Tatted up dreads way under the skull cap
I'm feeling special that W on my ball cap
I'm from where they catch you and wet you up with a marlet
X and Rosay
Now what I call that
My beautiful bliss AKA... Bitch I'm drunk as shit

I'm on my shit counting dough talking on the phone
High as shit, My bitch say I think I'm Pablo
And I do the dash in her car like it's mines though
Screaming you's a seat belt hoe, & fuck you crying for

We lock and load with four O's
We gets it in
With DE's
And I ain't talking Defensive Ends

Dividends in women where I be swimming in
If you owe us dough and you get ghost
We killing friends

We killing brothers
We killing mothers
We killing kids
That's how it is
I'm sorry we getting it how we live

No Secrets Nigga

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