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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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Picture This

 

Picture This

(album: Double O Baby - 2020)


(Uno got the streets going crazy)
(Thanks, Yakree)
(Slayer)

Ain't picture this, it was 'posed to be different (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I ain't tripping, ain't running from shit (No, no, no)
I'm ready for whatever come with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
To raise my son is a wonderful feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I ask you something, give your honest opinion (Give me your honest opinion)
Ain't go to school, I had fucked-up attendance
Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (Fifties and these twenties)
These George Washingtons make your bitch dance

No, I cannot be fake with you
I can't even lie, this shit'll never be what it was
I be talking 'bout you ain't reach out when you made it, did you?
See, I'm on my way and now you reaching out for what?
Where the fuck where you?
Blood shedded, can't be what it was
The fuck is up with you?
Them rug-heads go get it out the mud
No, I don't do no loving, filled up my heart with money
Ain't know that I could run it up like this so much
When I tell you I'm coming, I'm coming, no rush
When I failed you, know you wanna go thug somewhere else
I got shows now, like Giannis, I'm coming for the bucks
Get the backend, no backend, we park front of the club

Ain't picture this, it was 'posed to be different (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I ain't tripping, ain't running from shit (No, no, no)
I'm ready for whatever come with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
To raise my son is a wonderful feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I ask you something, give your honest opinion (Give me your honest opinion)
Ain't go to school, I had fucked-up attendance
Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (Fifties and these twenties)
These George Washingtons make your bitch dance

Said I'm ready for whatever come with this life
I'm surrounded by steppers, it ain't really no price
I ain't talking seven hundred, they gon' hit it on sight
Let a nigga run up on me, he gon' feel the four-five
.223,.556, 7.62 (Yeah)
Could never beef 'bout a bitch, I got big loot (Yeah)
Thought I missed you, no, I just got my wrist frozed up
These niggas tissue and wonder why I'm shitting on them
Fell in love with cougars, man, they keep it so real
I spit these rhymes with no mask on, that's why they so ill
If I ain't did it, when I rap, in my song, you won't hear
I keep it real with all my fans, can't name a dream I sold them

Ain't picture this, it was 'posed to be different (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I ain't tripping, ain't running from shit (No, no, no)
I'm ready for whatever come with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
To raise my son is a wonderful feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I ask you something, give your honest opinion (Give me your honest opinion)
Ain't go to school, I had fucked-up attendance
Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (Fifties and these twenties)
These George Washingtons make your bitch dance

Baby, can you just forgive me?
I been riding 'round with a fifty
I know that these niggas envy
So I don't fuck with too many
Yeah, yeah, no kidding
I'm talking literally
Can you feel me?
I want all these people to hear me
Know the real me
They tryna kill me
I keep from Siri
I can't let a fuck nigga near me
Hot cut the fan on
Man, you know, uh
Double O, lil' baby, loving no lady

done

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