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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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Shades (Interlude)

 

Shades (Interlude)

(album: Shades (Pt. 1) - 2016)


You ain't fucking with problems
You ain't fucking with this, you ain't fucking with that
You ain't fucking with options
You ain't fucking with the bottom
Only fucking with the top
Got no bills and you run from the cops
Fuck those shades if a brotha get popped

You ain't fucking with problems
You ain't fucking with this, you ain't fucking with that
You ain't fucking with options
You ain't fucking with the bottom
Only fucking with the top
Got no bills and you run from the cops
Fuck those shades if a brotha get popped

Look, It's been a real long week
Muscle gone weak but the blood run deep
No escape from the heat
But a brotha gon peace, like fuck the receipt
Give a fuck bout deceit
My mind on retreat on a beach somewhere I could sleep
My heart's off beat with the rhythm of the drum
The bills don't come, and the talk ain't cheap
Could we get real for a minute?
Always been so God damn independent
Look I'm bout to leave had to pay you a visit
Bought a couple bottles had to pay you to visit
Like what the fuck happened?
Used to be good when we would chill and get stoned, still feel attraction
But I won't pay rent for a place that ain't home
Still I can feel myself falling
Deeper and deeper in love
Love that's covered in hate
Feelings are colored by fate
I still hear you calling
Saying and screaming my name
You know you drive me insane
Holding me back from the fame
But fuck, those, feelings, and fuck, that, pain
Fuck, those, demons, and fuck, that, change
We found something, only some people find
So fuck that love but its gon keep us alive

You ain't fucking with problems
You ain't fucking with this, you ain't fucking with that
You ain't fucking with options
You ain't fucking with the bottom
Only fucking with the top
Got no bills and you run from the cops
Fuck those shades if a brotha get popped
You ain't fucking with problems
You ain't fucking with this, you ain't fucking with that
You ain't fucking with options
You ain't fucking with the bottom
Only fucking with the top
Got no bills and you run from the cops
Fuck those shades if a brotha get

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