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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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Gudda Gudda

Money Keep Calling

 

Money Keep Calling

(album: Guddaville 3 - 2012)


I woke up this morning, money on my mind,
Bad bitches in my bed, trying to fuck, but I ain't got time.
So I had to pack a set, jump straight in the shower,
Told my plug I'll meet him in McDonald's in an hour.
So I jump right in my truck, cut that chord a foe,
Stop the gravis right, gotta get right, it's time to poke up.
Wasting to the money, cell phone tripping,
And a pistol on my lap while I'm riding and I'm working.

I'm straight from the New Orleans,
These bitches know balling,
Got a scope on the riffle,
I ain't missing none of my targets.
And your girl said she wants all of me,
And when I leave she follow me,
I gotta get straight to the money,
Bitch, I hear that paper calling me.

Calling me, that money keep calling me,
Calling me, that money, that money keep calling me.
Calling me, that money keep calling me,
Money keep calling, keep calling.

I'm talking big money, big paper,
Big gun with a layer laser.
Dump you in a river now,
The pigs will find you here later.
I'm a New Orleans, a fake cater,
Peels bury, I'm a brand maker,
Got a nine, I call on Nina Ross,
Aka that head breaker.
You niggas is dead fakers,
See before, that's so tight.
Niggas getting money, living lovely,
Nigga, fuck your life.
Drink cotton, I'm using mine,
Every day is when I use the shine.
They call me The Mechanic,
'Cause I'm walking 'round with this tool mine.

I'm straight from the New Orleans,
These bitches know balling,
Got a scope on the riffle,
I ain't missing none of my targets.
And your girl said she wants all of me,
And when I leave she follow me,
I gotta get straight to the money,
Bitch, I hear that paper calling me.

Calling me, that money keep calling me,
Calling me, that money, that money keep calling me.
Calling me, that money keep calling me,
Money keep calling, keep calling.

Love my nervs back, gotta pass me the weed,
I'm a cold hearted nigga, so I'm grabbing the heat,
Throw some bullets at your ass, all my past is complete.
I'll put a hole in your skull, Alexander McQueen.
Man, motherfuck you and the name of your team,
I'm laughing at you while I stab you, then I rape you and shit.
I caught you by your girl's house, now you're bleeding on the lawn,
I spit dope, I'm Cole Young, put this needle to your arm.
I'm the hideous when it's cold, I be freezing when it's warm.
Face it, I'm about to blow, like I'm sitting on a bomb, pause.
Two wild bold niggas from the NOI, 6-6 douce parol, MOB.

I'm straight from the New Orleans,
These bitches know balling,
Got a scope on the riffle,
I ain't missing none of my targets.
And your girl said she wants all of me,
And when I leave she follow me,
I gotta get straight to the money,
Bitch, I hear that paper calling me.

Calling me, that money keep calling me,
Calling me, that money, that money keep calling me.
Calling me, that money keep calling me,
Money keep calling, keep calling.

done

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