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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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Holy 1

(album: Lyfë - 2022)


Yo, Luca, where you at?

(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)
(Holy one, riding round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)
(I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)

Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fucking Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Yeah, uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain't fucking with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
Yeah, you ain't fucking with the cops, you ain't paying attention

Birkin bag, holding weight
We some Gods, holy ones
Hold your field, hold your guts
Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)
Flip it up, double dutch
Take that back, fifty cups
Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
I just made [?], I been smoked that— bitch
All that shit is trash, they been smoked up
Every time I drop an album, I'm a Wunna
I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
Yeah, always looking behind my back like I got one eye
Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)
Yeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)
I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one
Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)

(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)
(Holy one, riding round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)
(I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)

Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fucking Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
Yeah, you fucking with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
Yeah, you ain't fucking with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?