Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
Lyrkit coq

Bonjour! Je m'appelle Lirkit !

J'ai essayé de nombreuses façons de mémoriser des mots anglais et j'ai trouvé la plus efficace pour moi !

Nous avons déjà en mémoire toutes les paroles des chansons que nous avons entendues tout au long de notre vie. Nous n’y avons tout simplement pas prêté attention, mais nous les entendons tous déjà !

J'ai remarqué que lorsque vous apprenez un nouveau mot d'une chanson que vous avez déjà entendu auparavant, vous connaissez déjà la traduction de ce mot pour toujours et vous ne l'oublierez jamais !

Je souhaite partager cette méthode avec vous. Le schéma est donc le suivant.

On retrouve des chansons que l'on a déjà entendues.

Nous y ajoutons tous les mots inconnus.

Nous passons des mini tests de jeux de mémoire. fait

Maintenant que vous connaissez beaucoup de mots, vous connaîtrez très vite toute la langue !

Je parie que vous serez surpris de l'efficacité de cette méthode !)

plus loin

sauter
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Ou évaluez-moi Windows Store:


Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Atmosphere

WND

 

WND

(album: Overcast! - 1997)


[Slug:]
It's summer, and I'm chilling on my steps with my little crew
Just like the videos, just like all the little rappers do
We voice love to the heads we know that walk past
Sunshine and smiling, living out of a shot glass
And I talk fast when it comes to girls
Hey baby I'm just a nut trying to fuck a squirrel
Maybe we could shut the world up
Let some slug into your life
Suddenly she hypes an eyebrow up, like
"What do you mean?" and I start bugging like
"If I was to follow you home would you keep me
Would you feed me, would you pet me
Would I fuck you till you're sleepy?"
She said I'm creepy, and walked off
Too late, I already got off on the fact you even stopped
You knew I'd treat you like an object
You knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the trend
For us rapper men to disrespect women in front of friends
Nonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool with
Went to school with, now this kid is talking fool shit
Getting supper touchy with his lips about
How I stuck his bitch supposedly
What the fuck is this supposed to be
Sean's got nuts, he's alone, I'm with crew
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
I spew. Look here, this makes believers of cartoons
And I happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoon
Honestly, my man, you don't bother me
Cause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be

I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"

[Slug:]
Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna laugh
It wasn't fun, but fuck 'em, I'mma get my gun
Shit gets done like that in the world of rap
If they pushing on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slides
So I sprint up three flights, didn't do the feet wipe at the door
Dragging dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floor
Couldn't believe my squad just stood there and watched
Word to God, Spawn is telling me to blame it on my cock
I'm amped, and I'mma shoot every motherfucker out there
I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit when I get back downstairs
Into the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closet
Visualizing the top shelf, that's where the shoebox is
I push the top up, enough to fit my hand in
Reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it's empty
Hand rests in the box, head festers in an open stun
Then I remember, I don't even own a gun

"What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, What, What"

Writers Never Die
Writers Never Die
Writers Never Die
Writers Never Die

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?