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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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7.62

 

7.62

(album: HIStory - 2019)


Pipe that shit up TnT
Dmac on the fucking track
I say, uh, oh, yeah, look

In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted
The grill gold-plated, my crib still gated
But we ain't used to have not a dollar, who gon' take it
Robberies in Grand Theft Auto, I can't fake it
They told me don't be tripping about it, I can't save it
A whole lotta money bring problems
But if a nigga play, we gon' get him murdered tomorrow
Wanna see me demonstrate?
'87 T top Cultey, put it on the interstate
Solitaire Dior bucket, they can't even see my face
These hoes they want me to chase
I don't keep my sneakers laced
I don't ride straight A my key can't go to no valet
Flew my cars out to LA
I saw so many balls in this bitch we gon' need to vacate
We been off for some decades
Look, smoking grade A, but its cool I got low grade
Get that boy a box of perfume, he got hoe way
Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade
I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly
Look, I'ma die, in these Cuban links, I feel like rod wave
Walk through 'em, want me to call through, that's a role
Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty
Don't keep telling me what you gon' do for me
Okay, yeah, only talk about shit that I go through, I ain't phony
You gon' do, what The Who, I ain't homie whore
Lab man, he got Trac cam by the homie
I ain't no capping, I spent you advance on little homie
We gon' get it address we don't land til the morning, huh
Matter fact, gon' hit 'em up while I'm performing, huh
I just got another grill, call me George Foreman
I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry, huh
All you niggas do it, bitch you worser than a woman, huh
Anybody get it nigga, show me my opponent, huh
I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this
I put you on my shooter list, fuck it, let me do the bitch
I been going through some shit, flip out, give the Juul a hit
On the one like Chris child, we don't sip on no Christ style
I remember riding 'round in that bucket
When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothing
When I was fucked up my own bitch wouldn't even love me
When I ain't have my swagger right the hoe wouldn't even fuck me
I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my momma proud of me
I know that cut real good, I just can't put down the shit
I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it
Look at where I live
You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib
I pay more than 1.5 for it
Every day I spend some shit, every thing I'm in be lit
Everytime I think about it, I be tryna spend some shit
Long live all of my niggas where we done came
Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard

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