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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

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I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Ice Cube

Get Used To It

 

Get Used To It

(album: Raw Footage - 2008)


[Ice Cube]
If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty
Fuck your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz get bitchy
And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki
Pull your green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If they lock me up today I'll be back in a jiffy
All my niggaz that's with me, all my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hitting that whiskey, all my niggaz get pissy
Don't fuck with no sissy, all we bumping is missy
If you know where I am, motherfucker come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, all my niggaz love hickies
that don't go away 'til you're well in your sixties
All I'm wearing is Dickies, don't try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nikki's

[Chorus X2]
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it

[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, call security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat lying back
In the club with your baby mama in my lap
Looking fly like I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearing chronic cologne
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick guap
What you niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk shit
I'll put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em getting low, I rich rolls
Swerving on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause they 24's
Still spitting out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Busting more gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the party jumping like do it fluid and never lose it

[Chorus X2]
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it

[The Game]
Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) Nigga you better know it
It's the Don Dadda Jr. slash motherfucking poet
Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp, I'm coming straight for your throat
With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang
East Coast, Down South, niggaz do the same thang
Throw up your dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang
harder than that nigga bailing through your hood with two chains
Swanging like his nuts, 'cause he don't give a fuck
Bout no nigga that ain't banging in no khakis or some Chuck's
It's that Westside, Connect'd with that nigga who flow so wreckless
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this
motherfucking Coast ain't got shit after me
Ain't have shit before Cube except a W.C.
The Maad Circle is back, with mad purple in fact
I'm bout to join the Lench Mob, that's me squirting the mac, motherfuckers

[Chorus X2]
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it

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