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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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Kelvin Jones

Grown Simba

 

Grown Simba

(album: The Best Things In Life - 2012)


Man I'm feeling like a puppet they got satan pulling strings
Man the way that I be fly they be hating on the wings
I ain't no Lebron James I ain't waiting for the ring
I'm more like a young Simba I can't wait to be the king
Better yet a young Cole, I wanna hear drum rolls when I pass
Young Messi, got 101 goals get em fast, finish last never that
Boy its hot in here, I don't care, Where my Sweaters at never lack
You put on a clever act, William Shakespeare
Feeling at the top, until I die, Ima stay here
Welcome to the world where the phony people hate
And you know I got that cheese macaroni on my plate
And they gather 'round the dinner table only to debate
What's his fate? Is he great? Is he balling? Is he paid?
Well uh... success, yes, yes, and yes
Double d's pushed against me I guessed that's depressed
And yes, I do have the S on my chest
But its net to the G, Sweater Gang who we be
I wanna have the women go insane to meet me
We wear chains but we claim to be free
And bang stupidly we be fighting over colors
Mothers losing their sons and sister losing the brothers
Cause the blocks stay cocked in these streets
That's why I prefer the sheets you could say I'm undercover, huh

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