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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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King Los

Running Up A Bag

 

Running Up A Bag

(album: Moor Bars - 2017)


(Running up a bag
Bag, oh baby
I gotta get to it babe
Bag...)

I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood, only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag

Man I said these niggas cool but I'm a little cooler Rick the ruler get the rulers out lets see who measuring up
I got the wind of a rookie on top of veteran style
Don't I impress you enough when am pressed upon you blessings lessons on you run you round in circles run the town no curfew
But a nigga go in, I seen a light at a tunnel and said "a nigga could win"
So I did it and did it did it and did it again
I made it vivid I live it I'm on my pivot I give it a hundred when I'm in the paint nigga
And I never ever ever been a fake nigga
I just had breakfast on the jet, I spent a Lexus on this necklace you see me reppin for the set
I say no weapon formed against us shall prosper god'll watch me do it
Now watch the god inside me do it
Oh yes I'm live in living color, oh yes I got a little brother
And a older too and they both in jail fuck you want me do if you only knew shit that I been through
All my haters way too hype for nothing I get paper they don't like me fuck em

I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood, only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag

Man I said these niggas cool but they ain't got they soul connected man I'm so connected
All my goals directed I was chosen my glow perfected, and that ain't the half I'm the whole exception
And who are you to be withholding blessings
Love and peace is such a dope investment
Joy and pain the same they both reflected
In each other cause they both connected
Search for answers cause my heart is empty
Feel like cancer spreading all your envy
Tainted city painted anguish still I painted pretty guess that's just the artist in me
I done turned the dawning's to the sun, yeah my better harvest still to come
And I bet my father still at one reason that my son see the sun and oh
Ain't no problem baby let it go, yeah your black skin is ghetto gold
Get attacked when the devil know you got god in your heart yeah
Fuck the game we gone chart yeah
Everything came from hardships
We maintain no facades bitch
Gang, gang, gang, squad

I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood, only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag

done

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