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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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Khalil?

Must B Nice

 

Must B Nice

(album: Tryna Smoke First? - 2022)


[*phone ringing*]

Yo, sorry I missed your call, leave me a message, and I'll hit you back

([*beep*] Hey-)

([*whistle*])

Must be nice
All sat, boys to the right
You can run, but you can't hide
You in my sight
Guess I'm gon' see you tonight
But hopefully, I do not die
Cause' I'm feeling low, (low, low, low, low)

(I've been thinking about you-)

I just wanna go hang with my bros, (bros, bros, bros, bros)

(I miss you-)

Baby, don't call me, I won't get the phone, (phone, phone, phone, phone)

(I want to go back to the old days-)
(Yeah, nah)

I'm best on my lonesome, so leave me alone (lone, lone, lone, lone)

(Kinda just called to hear your voice-)

I feel best on my own

When I hear [?], swear to god, they gon' speak for me
She want my heart, but the FaceTime is pixelly (bo-bo-bo-boom)
Lil' boy, get out my vicinity
She want my name, but she not really into me

Gucci step walking, deep voice talking
Must be nice, if your shawty is popping
Hit more me, baby, there ain't no options
I grab my stick in my bag, and get walking
She said, "Khalil, can you keep your soul safe for me?"
I said, "I'd do it so gracefully"
Shawty, keep up, keep your pace with me
I wrote this up, and you gon' face with me

Gucci step walking, deep voice talking
Fresh to the bones, when they sitting in my coffin
Iced out fit, backpack, when I'm flossing
Told me that I couldn't do it
Now you in the bleachers watching

Must be nice
All sat, boys to the right
You can run, but you can't hide
You in my sight
Guess I'm gon' see you tonight
But hopefully, I do not die
Cause' I'm feeling low, (low, low, low, low)
I just wanna go hang with my bros, (bros, bros, bros, bros)
Baby, don't call me, I won't get the phone, (phone, phone, phone, phone)
I'm best on my lonesome, so leave me alone (lone, lone, lone, lone)
I feel best on my own

(I miss being around you, hearing your laugh, and holding your hand. I think of you every day.)

Mis-(de)scribe all the lies that these hoes started telling me
Hopped in my bag, got coffee, not failing me
Said he gon' snatch up my energy (What?)
I rather have that, than my fans be fake into me

When I talk, it hits
I'm a young king, so I talk like this
My kicks too fresh, that's why I walk like this
Do you really love me, or are you just trying to dip?
It really don't matter
Either way, pockets grow fatter
Filled up her stomach, now empty my bladder
I'm blacking that mile, so I don't do no chatter
She next in line, so please step to the platter

When I speak, it still hitting
Wrote up this song, I was sitting in my kitchen
Multi-tasking, doing two different [?]
I'd rather stand on my tips than just be sitting

Must be nice
Imma bring the dark to the light
Let that little thing shine
Got paint in my eyes
I gotta keep it on hide
But for the right person, I shine

Must be nice
All sat, boys to the right
You can run, but you can't hide
You in my sight
Guess I'm gon' see you tonight
But hopefully, I do not die
Cause' I'm feeling low, (low, low, low, low)
I just wanna go hang with my bros, (bros, bros, bros, bros)
Baby, don't call me, I won't get the phone, (phone, phone, phone, phone)
I'm best on my lonesome, so leave me alone (lone, lone, lone, lone)
I feel best on my own

done

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