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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

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No Evidence

 

No Evidence

(album: Bawskee 3.5 - 2019)


Nigga claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me (Bitch, bitch!)
We outside the spot now, nigga, time to get ugly (Nigga, time to get ugly)
Have him shitting in his pants, nigga, pass him a Huggie (Bitch!)
Choppa bullets made him dance, look, he hitting his Dougie (Boom!)
Catch him lacking, do your thing (Yeah), then clean up the spot (Then clean up the spot)
But you gon' leave some evidence, nigga, I'm not (Nigga, I'm not)
Paid 100 for the Forces, now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch, I'm not finna wash 'em

She say, "Ever since you got rich, you act like a dick" (Yeah, alright)
Nah, bitch, that ain't it, I just can't trust any bitch (Bitch!)
Man, they think I got a problem 'cause I smoke out the pound
I'll roll up 'round you niggas and don't pass it around (No)
And if a nigga got a problem, bitch, I got the 4-pound (Yeah, alright)
.38, put 8 bullets in and spin it around (Boom!)
Put a potato on the barrel, bitch, it won't make a sound (No)
Shoot a nigga like a lay-up, but I'm laying him down (Boom!)
Used to post in Edgemount with the gun on my back (Bitch, gun on my back)
Bitch, I'm on 73rd with an 8 ball of crack (With an 8 ball of crack)
I did that for a summer, the shit was getting kinda wack (It was getting kinda wack)
Got some cash from that and bought a MAC, then put out a track (Then I put out a track)
Now these bitches, they love me, and these niggas, they hate (Yeah, alright)
But that's okay, I'm getting pussy while those boys masturbate (Alright)
I got a chop with a sword, slice off his head
Keep stabbing 'til the rest of that boy body is dead

Nigga claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me (Bitch, bitch!)
We outside the spot now, nigga, time to get ugly (Nigga, time to get ugly)
Have him shitting in his pants, nigga, pass him a Huggie (Bitch!)
Choppa bullets made him dance, look, he hitting his Dougie (Boom!)
Catch him lacking, do your thing (Yeah), then clean up the spot (Then clean up the spot)
But you gon' leave some evidence, nigga, I'm not (Nigga, I'm not)
Paid 100 for the Forces, now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch, I'm not finna wash 'em
Nigga claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me (Bitch, bitch!)
We outside the spot now, nigga, time to get ugly (Nigga, time to get ugly)
Have him shitting in his pants, nigga, pass him a Huggie (Bitch!)
Choppa bullets made him dance, look, he hitting his Dougie (Boom!)
Catch him lacking, do your thing (Yeah), then clean up the spot (Then clean up the spot)
But you gon' leave some evidence, nigga, I'm not (Nigga, I'm not)
Paid 100 for the Forces, now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch, I'm not finna wash 'em

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