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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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Freddie Dredd

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(album: Freddie's Inferno - 2022)


Doomshop, mothafucka
Mo-Mothafucka

Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
I hate that, for 25 bones I get it mix matched
I'ma—I'ma fuck a fool I think I might go hit up Deebo
He's mean though, I gotta get my drink before I heave, hoe—heave hoe

I keep it strapped up, loaded, I ain't never lacking—lacking
I get the pack and where you at? I need that action

Baby—Baby, want it—want it
I got my Glock with me and I just wanna kill it—kill it
I get so drunk, all alone, while she calling my phone
But the Freddie at your home—home
Aiming at your dome—dome
Goddamn boy, who be feeding you this shit—shit?
Scared him like a bitch, keep it on me like my dick
Cause sell me goods, sell me what, I just wanna fuck it up
Wanna—Wanna fuck it up

Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
I hate that, for 25 bones I get it mix matched
I'ma—I'ma fuck a fool I think I might go hit up Deebo
He's mean though, I gotta get my drink before I heave, hoe—heave hoe

Where ya—Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
Where ya—Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back
Where ya—Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me 'fore I get back

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