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Ik heb veel manieren geprobeerd om Engelse woorden te onthouden en vond de meest effectieve voor mij!

We hebben alle woorden van de liedjes die we ons hele leven hebben gehoord al in ons geheugen. We hebben er simpelweg geen aandacht aan besteed, maar we horen ze allemaal al!

Ik merkte dat wanneer je een nieuw woord leert uit een liedje dat je al eerder hebt gehoord, je de vertaling van dit woord al voor altijd kent en je het nooit zult vergeten!

Deze methode wil ik met je delen. Het schema is dus als volgt.

We vinden liedjes die we al gehoord hebben.

We voegen alle onbekende woorden ervan toe.

We slagen voor minitests van geheugenspellen. klaar

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Daydreamin'

 

Daydreamin'

(album: Blood Money - 2006)


[Chorus Prodigy]
Daydreaming of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
Shopping sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell
We sceaming daydreaming of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fucking day dream no more

[Verse 1 Prodigy]
Coming up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food
cereal in the white box, with powdered milk too
my moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want
we put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks
its cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz
with the weak ass velcro, looking ridiculous
I knew way back then we had to step it up
Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us
Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Coney
Everyday and night, just so we can got songs done
We had guns, weed, and a couple of fourties
If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone
We used to watch video music box
and pray maybe one day we could get a shot
Outside, my niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V.
From money that they made off the block

[Chorus Prodigy]
Daydreaming of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
Shopping sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell
We sceaming daydreaming of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fucking day dream no more

[Verse 2 Havoc]
My day dreams, is more like nightmares
A vigi, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares
My friends did a turn cause it's not they turn
Or how the streets gonna be, when they release fur
When I get that million bucks, will I remain the same
Or will I have to get at niggaz cause they saying I changed
Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech
When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the heat
I used to think being rich, ain't all that bad
A far cry from what a dream, was all I had
Do I got the right team, or they riding for cash
Would they jump in front of me, when them cameras flash
Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass
Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash
Gotta collect receipts cause that bitch uncle sam
Invades your space when you evade his tax

[Chorus Prodigy]
Daydreaming of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
Shopping sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell
We sceaming daydreaming of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fucking day dream no more

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?