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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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Code Orange

 

Code Orange

(album: George Kush Da Button - 2010)


[Smoke DZA:]
You smell that fragrance?
You know my steez, you know my squad
You know what my name is?
The hoes call me Smokey, Rugby down low-key
Smell that strand, I mean that stench my cologne is OG
Oh, he, only talk about weed and counting loot
But what the fuck did you expect? That's what I like to do
Shit on your best outfit
And I'm on my old school Harlem, best-out shit
Who house this? I'm in your fridge about to fix a plate
Feet all over your table like I own the place
On my Calvin shit
Slide your sister, show your brother cheese
Like "Sorry Ms. Billups, we going out to eat"
I got a hustler's aura
Plus I'm a 9-11 nigga with morals
I don't owe you niggas shit, I ain't got nothing for ya
Unless you my CoDee, you don't know me, nigga blow me

[Mad Max:]
OK I'll burn the goddamn house down
But blow me first, how dare you, how fucking dare you
Rrraaarggghh

[Smoke DZA:]
I get it in, buckets like Gilligan
Plus the riddles I riddle like I'm on Ritalin
Competition is little cause I get rid of them
I'm illa' then, whoever that you considering
I give a fuck how niggas feeling bout who's hot, son
Cause opinions are like Facebook, everybody got one
I ain't into fiction, that's a James Cameron feel
I'm more like Michael Moore, what I document is real
I hate a nigga trying to give advice
Talking that killer shit and he don't live that life
Focus up, don't fuck up your day shift
Go ahead and miss me with that "back-in-the-day" shit
Niggas will tell you anything, foolery
Whole lifestyle just ghetto buffoonery
I'm on your heels, niggas better pay homage
It's fair warning cause the game's on orange

[Mad Max:]
You look like a fucking bitch in heat
And if you get raped by a pack of niggas it'll be your fault. All right?
That's my fucking mistake, because I should've woke you up and said, 'fucking blow me, bitch.'
I should've fucking woken you up and said 'blow me.' You would've liked that better, yeah?
(Panting) Because you got problems, more than me
You know how to fucking push my buttons

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