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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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Haha, StreakDesperado
Hundred racks, hundred racks
Muah!

I kill you slowly, you do not know me
Run from the police, your bitch ain't holy
I ain't never seen you, I ain't your homie
I don't trust these bitches, they are too phony
I kill you slowly, you is my trophy
You was too nosey, you was too cozy
Making all these shots, like my name was Kobe
Back up off me, you moving too closely
I got the chopper
If you talking brazy, you'll need a doctor
Ain't no competition, I know I'm hotter
Whipping it up, I'm Betty Crocker
I don't like that bitch, so we gonna mock her
I don't like that bitch, the forty gon' shock her
I got my dog, I might just walk her
Two hundred on the dash, like I'm Walka

I show my ass, I'm wearing a thong
Your bitch love my music, singing my songs
Always listen to me, I'm never wrong
Beat on my chest, I am King Kong
I'm a princess, baby, my money long
Short hair on her, she nylon
Going back and forth, like ping pong
You ain't no rapper, go where you belong
(Go where you belong)
You know I'm doing fantastic
You know my music a classic
He seeing all these colors, off the acid
If I want it, then I tell them to bag it
Yeah, all that shit fake, that bitch is plastic
All of these guns, I am a savage
All of them shots, that shit was tragic
All these pussy niggas saying they have it

I kill you slowly, you do not know me
Run from the police, your bitch ain't holy
I ain't never seen you, I ain't your homie
I don't trust these bitches, they are too phony
I kill you slowly, you is my trophy
You was too nosey, you was too cozy
Making all these shots, like my name was Kobe
Back up off me, you moving too closely
I got the chopper
If you talking brazy, you'll need a doctor
Ain't no competition, I know I'm hotter
Whipping it up, I'm Betty Crocker
I don't like that bitch, so we gonna mock her
I don't like that bitch, the forty gon' shock her
I got my dog, I might just walk her
Two hundred on the dash, like I'm Walka

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