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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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Oliver Francis

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buss down iphone


Come on out, you filthy bastards
I'm right here waiting for you
So if you wanna fight then come on out!
Yo

Bust down iPhone, bling, bling, bling
Flow so wet, you ain't splash like me
Money counter count it up 'til the shit beep
I'm with five model bitches and I'm rolling six deep
Jumping out the jet prolly sipping Moet
Riding through the palm trees in the sunset
Midwest boys on the coast out west
Prolly rolling something purple with a red Corvette (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Burnout Boys 'til the day that I die
I just get dressed and the planets collide
Got lost in my closet, it's big as a bitch
And I'm stuffing that pineapple kush in the spliff
Ooh, you ain't got racks like this
You ain't never ever even seen a stack this big
I just put the whole gang on the plane right quick
Might take a vacay out to Spain right quick, lil' bitch
Woah, big money on my mind
When I look around, all I see is dollar signs like ooh
You ain't got a gang like mine
Lil' something in this blunt like key lime pie, oh, nah
Shit feel some' like the old days
With a quarter ounce of weed in my North Face
Got a real big crib with some floor space
Hating on me, broke boy, you got poor taste
I'm getting money, I know they can't stand it
Made my own luck, fuck the cards I was handed
Still in my closet, this shit is gigantic
Go get your hands up, this is the anthem
In some Carhartt Jeans
Clean white Forces, fresh white tee
You ain't getting money, not nothing like me
Whole gang on vacay, riding jet skis
Jumping out the jet with a backwood lit
You ain't getting money, you ain't swag like this
Came out the dungeon, we came out the crib
Yeah, we straight out of [?], we came out the sticks
Champagne chain, boy, I put it on ice
Young Hitsugaya, I'm shining so bright
Have you one hit and your shit's alright
But you ain't really got a fanbase like mine
Bleach blonde boy, surfs up, hang ten
Put the whole squad in a G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with the Forgiato rims
I'm about to hit the limit on the ATM
They been talking that shit but it really don't bother me
Put my squad in some Prada, they proud of me
I ain't wan' be the best, nah, bitch, I gotta be
Done playing nice and I'm done with apologies
Ayy, 550 and the Aimé Leon
Baddest lil' bitch taking hits of the bong
Polo on me 'cause my money so long
Draped in Amiri and Yves Saint Laurent
Ayy, say what you wanna say
In my living room counting a hundred K
And them industry suits tryna front on me
Look at my mirror, I'm just who I wanna be
I ain't gon' lie, I would die for my clique
They all that I really need in the end
I catch y'all later, man, I'm 'bout to dip
Lil' wavy boy surfing up out of this bitch
I got my foot on they neck, boy, I ain't gon' never let up (No sir)
I make the whip pirouette, go 'head, just rev that shit up
Lil' bitch

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