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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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Yung Mal

Cross Like Cris

 

Cross Like Cris

(album: Iceburg - 2019)


Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga

Couldn't get left, had to get it right
Ain't none of this shit came overnight
A young nigga had to sacrifice
Had to pay my dues, never asked the price
Young nigga get rich, that's that shit I like
I be clutching my stick at the red light
Just popped a Perc', tryna keep my head right
Yeah, top floor pent', yeah
We was late on rent, yeah
Nigga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah
I was broke as a bitch, pocket full of lint, huh
They thought they had all the sense
I thought I could trust a bitch
But she crossed me just like Cris

Brand new Benz came with the AMG kit
Please don't play with the clique
I make 'em spin your block with a mini.223 stick
Got so many Benjamin Franklins
Wrist so cold, need a fucking blanket
Lil' bitch, who you bank with?
I was sleeping on cold floors
Now I stay at a condo
Real street nigga, keep my gun close
Real Candler nigga, but go coast to coast
Hood on my back like scoliosis
Niggas be hoes when them doors be closing
Niggas know I keep this shit too solid
Gay shit, I never promoted
I ran this shit up with my woes

Couldn't get left, had to get it right
Ain't none of this shit came overnight
A young nigga had to sacrifice
Had to pay my dues, never asked the price
Young nigga get rich, that's that shit I like
I be clutching my stick at the red light
Just popped a Perc', tryna keep my head right
Yeah, top floor pent', yeah
We was late on rent, yeah
Nigga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah
I was broke as a bitch, pocket full of lint, huh
They thought they had all the sense
I thought I could trust a bitch
But she crossed me just like Cris

I been shitting on niggas so long, say fuck it and piss
Neck full of diamonds, they kick
That mini stick, yes, it gon' hit but it don't got a kick
Sold out shows every day, boy, that backend big as a bitch
Got an LV bookbag for the backend but it still can't fit
And I'm still stuck with the same niggas that was with me when I ain't have shit (On God)
Play with 1'5, get skinned like a fish
My rims deep dish
Said some deep shit, couldn't repeat it, still in East Wick
I'm a player, soon as I whip it out, huh, she gon' kiss
Mwah, mwah, mwah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Couldn't get left, had to get it right
Ain't none of this shit came overnight
A young nigga had to sacrifice
Had to pay my dues, never asked the price
Young nigga get rich, that's that shit I like
I be clutching my stick at the red light
Just popped a Perc', tryna keep my head right
Yeah, top floor pent', yeah
We was late on rent, yeah
Nigga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah
I was broke as a bitch, pocket full of lint, huh
They thought they had all the sense
I thought I could trust a bitch
But she crossed me just like Cris

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?