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Hallo! Ik ben Lirkit!

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

Nu je veel woorden kent, zul je heel snel de hele taal leren kennen!

Ik wed dat je verrast zult zijn hoe effectief deze methode is!)

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Papa Roach

Liquid Diet

 

Liquid Diet

(album: Old Friends From Young Years - 1997)


This time, I came to get mine
I saw this cat running with his hand on his nine millimetre
He's got a small peter, got two kids and a wife, plus he beats her

Nod ya head as if my shit was the dog catcher, P-Roach comin through sick
I'm gonna have to betcha my last dollar that you come on back
You getting weak in the knees while you smokin the cess
Oh yes, word to God, I know his son is the best
He helps me out when I'm down, or when I'm crazy ill stressed
I confess, I'm not as good as the rest
But I get down for my crown and I don't crack under stress
But I'll be careful though, cause the girl is memorizing
She takes off her clothes, and her body is mad surprising
Slangin, bangin, her two breasts was firm and not hangin
Listen to this rhyme that I'm slangin

Hooked up with this girl, her name is Kelly
For really, the hip hop body and a piercing through her belly
I knew she was mine when I saw her working on the line
Servin pasta and salad and she's still lookin fine
But enough of that though, I give a shot out to Happy
He's partying down and getting props in this rap
See, cause I'm the type of cracker that'll get straight down to beat that you hear
It's the P-Roach sound

This time, I came to get mine
I saw this cat running with his hand on his nine millimetre
He's got a small peter, got two kids and a wife, plus he beats her

Abused with forks, knives, cut with razor blades
That shit is absurd

His temper's flaring, now he's twice as mean

Now I am talking about this fool, beats his wife and then he thinks he's cool
She cries so hard, she's trembling
This time he beats her and he's twice as mean

Abused with forks, knives, cut with razor blades
That shit is absurd

Silence in her rage, she should recognize
Next time he is gone, she should pack her bags and leave

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?