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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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No Tellin'

 

No Tellin'

(album: Church On Sunday - 2019)


I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)
I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)
Know them niggas tryna come and kill me
If I die, I'ma die a don (Yeah)
I got two seats in the Lam'
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain't no telling, bro, where we going
No telling, yeah
If I go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah
I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
No telling, yeah

Grandma stressed out 'cause the bills due
When you going through it, they don't feel you
Put you in interrogation, drill you
When you coming up, they wanna kill you
Got a lot of home boys dead and gone
I'm the realest nigga they done lived through
Feds, fuck them, I was talking on the phone
They was tryna investigate the real you
I can't lie, when I first came in
I was tryna buy some work for the ten
Then I went from a Honda to a Benz
Money, it'll turn your foes to your friends
I got thirty-two choppers in my van
I know God won't forgive me for my sin
I'll go to war with them niggas again
I'll put a hollow tip in your chin

I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)
I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)
Know them niggas tryna come and kill me
If I die, I'ma die a don (Yeah)
I got two seats in the Lam'
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain't no telling, bro, where we going
No telling, yeah
If I go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah
I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
No telling, yeah

Truth be told, since a nigga got rich
Everybody, they done changed on me (Yeah)
Truth be told, since a nigga fucked your bitch
It ain't really been the same, homie (Yeah)
Truth be told, when you go and hit a mission
You ain't gotta take the gang, homie (No)
Truth be told, everybody that you taking with you probably might sing on you
Be careful who you send a hit through
Be careful who you send your bitch to
Be careful who you put your life on the line for, 'cause they won't miss you
The same bitch you got money with
The same bitch that'll diss you
When you broke as fuck, they'll tear you down
When you come up, they'll assist you

I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)
I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)
Know them niggas tryna come and kill me
If I die, I'ma die a don (Yeah)
I got two seats in the Lam'
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain't no telling, bro, where we going
No telling, yeah
If I go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah
I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
No telling, yeah

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