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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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I'm Killin

 

I'm Killin

(album: Fried Turkey - 2013)


Yo, fried turkey, I'm outcha.
I'm really outcha.
Turkey back game, turkey back game.

Stretch a four to a nine, short a million times.
Fuck em when they check up then go flex on.
I'm killin, I'm killin.
Lead off.

Crayola my cars, free Lil Boose.
Keep the line around the building got me riding around no ceiling.
Riding around with no feelings.
If you play with me, I'm killing.
Make me jump out and get silly, dump out nine millies.
Fuck I'm talkin bout, we got big tools and the trash bags for the chopper shells.
Yeah, we ain't missing, but we'll leave you missing.
You niggas suspect, you fit the description.
I'm looking for a gutter bitch that can get the prescription.
I got them hundred dollar quarters, fuck with me.
At 20 after 12, You better have your scale.
You a pussy.
Vagasil, massengill.
Your baby mama pussy too, had that slut bitch stashing pills.

If I wasn't rapping id be trappin with them vacuum seal.
Pass it to the passenger for your ass get you some daffodils.
Riding two K fourteen, five for bout a half a mil.
I throw my shows like money off album sales and I don't have a deal.

Bitch I, bitch I grind hard, ain't much more to the story.
This nigga say I owe him but he couldn't be looking for me.
Said fuck riding foreign cause they're soldiers over there warring.
Mr. president, do you at least have some healthcare for me?

I pay more taxes than my next door neighbor.
He don't get profiled.
So I wake up in a Bugatti, fell asleep in a dope house.
Just coked up and going on for eight years straight.
Oh thrills charging twelve to my album brick blade, ey.
Then I, then I dropped my first mixtape.
Outer limits, prison passin, we was clubbing every day.
In the projects all day, shootin twenty, bet whatever.
I came a long way, glad I got my shit together.

Bitch I grind hard, ain't much more to the story (niggas ain't no killers, man).
Y'all niggas ain't no killers, man, y'all niggas some hoes.
You niggas ain't no killers, you niggas some hoes.

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