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

소리


상호 작용


난이도


악센트



인터페이스 언어

ko

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
쿠키 정책   |   지원하다   |   FAQ
Lyrkit 수탉

안녕하세요! 저는 리킷이에요!

영어 단어를 암기하기 위해 여러 가지 방법을 시도했고 나에게 가장 효과적인 방법을 찾았습니다!

우리는 이미 평생 동안 들어왔던 노래의 가사를 모두 기억 속에 갖고 있습니다. 우리는 그 말에 주의를 기울이지 않았지만 우리 모두는 이미 그 말을 듣고 있습니다!

나는 이전에 이미 들었던 노래에서 새로운 단어를 배울 때 이미 이 단어의 번역을 영원히 알고 있으며 결코 잊지 못할 것이라는 점을 깨달았습니다!

이 방법을 여러분과 공유하고 싶습니다. 따라서 계획은 다음과 같습니다.

우리는 이미 들어본 노래를 찾습니다.

익숙하지 않은 단어를 모두 추가합니다.

우리는 메모리 게임의 미니 테스트를 통과했습니다. 완료

이제 많은 단어를 알았으니, 전체 언어를 아주 빨리 알게 될 것입니다!

이 방법이 얼마나 효과적인지 놀라게 되실 겁니다!)

더 나아가

건너뛰다
1
등록/로그인
Lyrkit

기부하다

5$

Lyrkit

기부하다

10$

Lyrkit

기부하다

20$

Lyrkit

아니면 나를 평가해줘 Windows Store:


그리고/또는 나를 사회적으로 지지해 주세요. 네트워크:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
milo

The Gus Haynes Cribbage League

 

The Gus Haynes Cribbage League

(앨범: Things That Happen At Day // Things That Happen At Night - 2013)


I did my best
But I guess my best wasn't good enough

[Milo:]
Your pretty Pinterest board ran out of Spackle
And we allowed Adidas to market shoes with shackles
I wish I was more like Gus Haynes
Sticking it to the white man through all of my gut pains

You're a white supremacist if you wonder what country Obama was birthed in
And went all through high school never reading Zora Neale Hurston (what?)
I promise, I'll be as pompous as I want to be
And exploit affirmative action to cash in on this Bachelor's degree
I'm going to write some gibberish and call it "ethnic fiction"
Right after I start an all-black cribbage league
Our club mascot is Huey Newton's ashy knee
We're repping meta postmodernity
Until my home is burdened by non-functional furnishings
I got hair like a pad of Brillo
And date girls whose dad could be Don DeLillo
What's the price on my dignity plus damages
Inflicted on my self esteem through ignorance and ham sandwiches?
You'll need a larger hedonic calculator
The only black fantasy characters are always grouchy satyrs
I'm in an alley shouting lines from the Crito
Pages stained red from all these flaming hot Cheetos
In my computer chair with a face full of yolk strands
Frantically searching the internet for all-brown folk bands
Couldn't get signed because my areolae aren't heart-shaped
Well, that's certainly a dark fate
No worries, there's still hope for me
My pan-African hoodie reeks of cocoa butter and potpourri

[Busdriver:]
Yea, you just downloaded the red herring 1000
The black opinion splicer, the Donna Karan of pun jousting
So white tycoons sip on baby blood and a caligula making up
My crazy duds are straight Baron Münchhausen
Oh what my wooly mane, it filters poison out the gentle breeze
Applaud me as I dunk hoops, my sub-group has special needs
Yep, marginalized to the fever pitch
These Eldridge Cleaver baby tees are a far cry from leadership
But it's so legit, here's your ideological punched card
You might need a modicum of under arm
Deodorant, take this black cobra hiss
Oh you think I like to protest? Do you think I'm pro-rich?
Oh, well I guess I'm black, I just didn't think that you noticed
Your quiet disdain for black males makes me motion sick
That's why I'm a sourpuss, swag stays on our books
Hunched over a power book I'm posting pics of my swollen prick
Against exposed brick
A colored whore for hire
Trapped like a goldfish
Oh my lungs, they're two atavistic steamboats
Filled with negroe spirituals and a sweet cream for that brioche
And I guess you're right man my weed's rich in chlorophyll
My ejaculate is cornmeal and my diploma is an orange peel
And my sense of rhythm acts like a force field
Protecting me from you, or you from me
(Tone it down, 'driver)
What's that in your gun holster?
Oh this is the de-negro-tiser
I shoot myself with it until I'm whiter than Peter Piper
Now I'll be able to bow before a world leaders mitre
And tell them the shackles on my Adidas sneakers need to be tighter
Cause right now man, I'm free like a zebra in Zaire
So I'll hop in a time machine to have my lineage wiped clean
And I'll entertain yuppies as they buy tight jeans and thai cuisine
Gus Haynes

I did my best
But I guess my best wasn't good enough

Your pretty Pinterest board ran out of Spackle
And we allowed Adidas to market shoes with shackles
I wish I was more like Gus Haynes
Sticking it to the white man through all of my gut pains

Your pretty Pinterest board ran out of Spackle
And we allowed Adidas to market shoes with shackles
I wish I was more like Gus Haynes
Sticking it to the white man through all of my gut pains

[Milo:]
I be in the club draped in BUFU
Throwing hexes, voodoo
Black magic, juju
That's why I ain't mad when they watch the throne
Go ahead and let Waka Flocka dip his Glock in chrome
Make an interviewer call me Bruce Wavy like I'm Max B
No doubt I've read more Nietzsche than what they've asked of me
But these bastards will make a plaster cast of me
Guy Fieri-narrated biopic of Malcolm-Jamal Warner
In my utopia Nu Gingrich is an illegal foreigner
Diners, drive-ins and dives

완료

이 노래에 생소한 단어를 모두 추가하셨나요?