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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!

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Pressa

New York

 

New York

(album: Press Machine - 2017)


Press Machine
Press Machine
Press Machine

Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour
Shit galore, she make em throw more
She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore
I gave her fame now she ran off to New York
Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour
Shit galore, she make em throw more
She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore
I gave her fame now she ran off to New York

I'm on the court probably text her when I'm bored
She seen the rarri, now she want a horse
Gucci couture, and her sunglasses Dior
She let the kid, she say Pressa I adore
She wanted keys, I'm like uh huh you need
And it's really killin me how you get up in those jeans
Girl you lucky if you get the Press Machine
You ain't for me if you never bought a drink
Before my fame have you ever thought of me, would you ever consider me in your mouth bon appitit
I swear I'm fire they should call me hazardry
And you can taste it just please don't use your teeth

Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour
Shit galore, she make em throw more
She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore
I gave her fame now she ran off to New York
Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour
Shit galore, she make em throw more
She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore
I gave her fame now she ran off to New York

I'm her New York, your boyfriend a dork
[?], who came with the sword
I need a wraith, [?] out the porsche
I'm not in it in the streets, but I'm knockin on the door
400 on my ring, 300 on my chain
How you make the jewellers spit 500 on a chain
They call for interviews, but they ain't Charlamagne
I think I feel like birdman, put respect up on my name
These boys they funny, ice cube
Her ring weigh an ice cube
I might just take his main girl, to show him what the fame do
Might pull up in the i8, your boyfriend drive an A2
Or move out to the country, too special to live on bayview

Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour
Shit galore, she make em throw more
She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore
I gave her fame now she ran off to New York
Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour
Shit galore, she make em throw more
She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore
I gave her fame now she ran off to New York

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