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英単語を覚えるために色々な方法を試した結果、私にとって最も効果的な方法を見つけました。

私たちは、これまでの人生で聞いてきた歌の歌詞をすべて記憶の中にすでに持っています。私たちは単にそれらに注意を払っていなかっただけですが、私たちは皆すでにそれらを聞いています。

以前に聞いたことのある歌から新しい単語を学ぶと、その単語の翻訳を永遠に知っていて、決して忘れないことに気づきました。

この方法を皆さんにもシェアしたいと思います。したがって、スキームは次のとおりです。

すでに聞いたことのある曲を見つけます。

それらの未知の単語をすべて追加します。

記憶力ゲームのミニテストに合格しました。終わり

たくさんの単語を知ったので、言語全体をすぐに理解できるようになります。

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Spose

Can't Get There From Here

 

Can't Get There From Here

(アルバム: Happy Medium - 2011)


Everybody throw your hands up right now and make some God damn noise
Hailing from the state, of ocean and lakes
Get ready for those good rhymes and metaphors, the state of Maine changing the game
Making music good for your brain, so open your earlobes
Here's Spose!

[Verse 1:]
With no rims on the whip, and no collagen lips
I rip through the state of Maine with the halogens lit
I'm not Rick but I spit Slick
I'm raving and making the fakest of rappers who thinkin they're singing my shit quick, quick, all aboard
From the state where they think we all mate with our cousins
With no indoor plumbing, moose by the bakers dozens
We got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns, b-b-bonds bonds rocking long johns, fat verses over purchase 30 racks of beers
Made peers laugh and cheer throw a hand up in the atmosphere
Cause everybody knows my name like the cast of Cheers
But they say I shouldn't rap from here, I made it finally
Puffed all kind of leaves, whack rapper time to leave
Rhymes sick lyme disease
Pine trees, skate rails
Wheremostly white trophy wives rock fake nails and bake sales
And all the haters say Spose

[Chorus:]
Are you out of your brain, rapping from Maine?
You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here)
More delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical
(But you can't get there from here)
You must of lost your mind
I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't
(But you can't get there from her)
You're from the most eastern most northern most boredered some state
You can't be great (You can't get there from here)

[Verse 2:]
From where teenage moms and their babies dwell
Where people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pills
Where the wives get beaten no one hears them yell
And it's not Compton or Brooklyn or A-T-L
We spend most times weaning cause the coastline's scenic
But the chances of succeeding are slimmer than a bulimic
Still I put my life in rhyme form and recorded it
On my debut and stayed true to my coordinates
No, never recorded it, ask my subordinates
Since back when my weed had more seeds than tournaments
I'm going for the gold, as if that wasn't obvious
And stopping Spose, that's like trying to handcuff an octopus
Wake up every morning, wrote a new verse
Even if I wasn't winning I wasn't a loser
Look if you want to excel (2XL) like huge shirts
Doesn't matter what your zip code is
Just do work

[Chorus:]
Are you out of your brain, rapping from Maine?
You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here)
Or delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical
(But you can't get there from here)
You must of lost your mind
I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't
(But you can't get there from here)
You're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked state
You can't be great (You can't get there from here)

[Verse 3:]
You can't get down from here without magical poof
I google maps'd it I'm there maxing
I've seen them laughing at, the main attraction and when I die they'll pour out all their Pabst in my absence
Steered off course, fuck your path I'm the captain,
Crunch time all day cereal with my actions
No need for lucky charms, just a bit of passion
The make it from where Frosted Flakes fall to relaxin
Yeah fools, fools, use Trix on silly rabbits
Did it just for Kix when I started out rapping
And I grew up in Maine so they said that'll never happen
But we got the alphabet too and I'm nasty

[Chorus:]
Are you out of your brain, rapping from Maine?
You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here)
Or delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical
(But you can't get there from here)
You must of lost your mind
I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't
(But you can't get there from here)
You're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked state
You can't be great (You can't get there from here)

Or so they say
To my cam groves
Stiky-1
F4
And to them motherfuckin Educated Advocates
Keep keep on
To lab 7
Luch and eliza
Just keep keep on
To my man foodstamp
Keep keep on and on and on and on

終わり

この曲の聞きなれない単語はすべてあなたが追加したのですか?