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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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Runnin Thru Plastic

 

Runnin Thru Plastic

(album: The Hijinx Tape - 2020)


One more time (Hahaha)
Skrrt, bah (Boom, boom, don't even know what the fuck going on)
Running through these bags, nigga, through these bags, nigga

Running through these bags, I just can't help it, I'm feeling myself (Feeling myself)
Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my Fendi belt
Balenciaga what she rocking, hope that Prada make her melt
Pave my own road to these riches, get right, don't get left
I used to fade, break bread with my niggas by that fountain
Watch me count it up, count it up, lil' bitch, might move a mountain
These them things we do, them Glocks and sticks might change the mood (Bah, bah)
Diamonds hit like fah, fah, huh

Bitch, I really do this, bitch, I did it, all this sinning
Who'da thought 'bout all this winning, I could've really used yo' presence though
Bitch, I been that mofucka, clutching on that mofucka
Ready to blow this mofucka, I wish I would've listened, oh
I been on these downers wasting days like I got time to waste
Chanel rag 'round my head, at least I'm dripping on my dying day
I been bent off Perkys, a couple bars, I seen a couple stars
And keep them fuck niggas from around my way 'cause I'm already scarred
Brand new Rollie, I think my wrist a nympho
Bitch, I'm way too cold like choppas that y'all niggas claim to blow
I pulled fresher than a pack of rubbers, fasho
All these emotions, roll a blunt, call up yo' bitch phone (Hah)

Running through these bags, I just can't help it, I'm feeling myself (Feeling myself)
Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my Fendi belt
Balenciaga what she rocking, hope that Prada make her melt
Pave my own road to these riches, get right, don't get left
I used to fade, break bread with my niggas by that fountain
Watch me count it up, count it up, lil' bitch, might move a mountain
These them things we do, them Glocks and sticks might change the mood (Bah, bah)
Diamonds hit like fah, fah, huh

done

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