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
The Creator Tyler

Session

 

Session

(앨범: Bastard - 2009)


I can't read!
(I'm gonna throw up)
I got 5
"I got 5 on it 2, my nigga"
(You smoking, my nigga?)
Nah, I ain't smoking
"Come on, nigga! Just hit the fucking-"
Nah, you know I don't smoke
"This nigga never want to smoke, my nigga"
I'm high off life, nigga
"Straight edge ass nigga"
I'm good man
"If you ain't gonna fucking smoke nigga, then just rap for us, nigga"
Aight nigga, I got this
Yo, yo, look

[Tyler, The Creator:]
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat
Pro-abortion, anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Bouncing 'round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia, and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting head from someone's parent
A lot of fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a disbeliever
So don't ask for no motherfucking ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
'Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you
Kill the jungle, let the cats loose
You didn't see me here if someone ask you

[Hodgy Beats:]
I want to feel her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
She ain't got time to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in your head, Sativa

[BrandUn DeShay:]
I'm good but y'all don't want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes like decimals (whoa)
Let's take them high like the decibels
So we get them high, get them high like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with blubber
That's fat, who needs another producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to ride solo
'Cause I ain't really care what the rest say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
Best stay away when the door closed, I show up with four hoes
Best believe I'm leaving with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying 'til the verse end, fin
BrandUn DeShay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
Odd Future, O.F. until, until... from now until forever, peace

[Mike G:]
We grind, these niggas asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos
Square circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet
No less profit, fiened when we drop shit
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when their tops split
It's that crack, give you something to sell
Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking Chanel
Light skinned women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything
Everything that we call flight, living life
This is everything that they call hype
I'm everything that they call nice
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right
Intimidated by niggas you can't be
I'm a G, and this is something you can't see
Top ranked, number one my son
And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
And stay focused on the women and you get less done
It's ironic 'cause I always hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
How high? Nigga, higher than the kites they fly

완료

이 노래에 생소한 단어를 모두 추가하셨나요?