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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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Kirko Bangz

Essay

 

Essay

(album: Progression III - 2013)


Slow mode, slow mode
Slow mode, slow mode

Uh, riding down, 59, man, I'm thrown with my essay
My girl, my girl, my dime, my dime, that be my essay
Just got, just got off the flight, the put up to the heights
In my essay for some dough, about to get on my flight
Gotta' bright and clean, got that straight from Arizona
Shit! The drink, the drink, I got that shit from California!
Shit! The ride, the ride, oh if you're trying to get 'em key
Catch a shooter, shooter with some stars grind '
Yeah susha, get ' a susha
I'm saying no punta, my pockets Pumba.
And I'm so manish I may never, never hard to try to do my thing
When the cars pull up, man, I was slow chocking me an essay!

[Hook:]
I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay
I'm riding clean with my essay
And everybody know I got them things for my essay
And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
I got a whole bunch of killers with me
I throw my H town up in the sky
Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!

I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
She my essay, my fucking'
I fuck her so good, she be like, 'can I get the dick home? '
I know, know, gonna gonna play me
Picture you with these skinny ass jeans like Patrick Swayze
I'm blowing, blowing hazy
Yeah, I'm all up in this dazy
I'll be like, 'bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay me! '
I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
My essay bitch bitch got the good skin, got a ten
But shit! I'm the man! I'm on the fucking mic
She gonna ride dirty, Kush don't pour me out that'.

[Hook:]
I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay
I'm riding clean with my essay
And everybody know I got them things for my essay
And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
I got a whole bunch of killers with me
I throw my H town up in the sky
Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!

Me and my essay speak'
See, I told she don't she she don't talk shit
No, she just let the take play
No referees around, you better hope you're lucky left day
And aching ain't the hope, the hope you're right
Don't let you left play!
Uh, me' reader
Me sure to see you
Now only do your fuck me, but you cooked the best for heaters, uh
And empanadas and quesadillas
I'll beat your pussy like piñatas,
Get your ass a visa, uh!
That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie
That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie
And if you're real, she gonna fuck us at the same time
My ' say, don't fuck, don't fuck, don't put me on!

[Hook:]
I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay
I'm riding clean with my essay
And everybody know I got them things for my essay
And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
I got a whole bunch of killers with me
I throw my H town up in the sky
Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!

done

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