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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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Invention Of Truth

 

Invention Of Truth

(album: Allow Me To Re-Introduce Myself - 2012)


Turn the motherfucking headphones up.

This is a revolutionary manage.
Me, this beat, and God.
I pray hard for two minutes then I'm sinning at large.
I close my third eye lid, and hope God don't see me.
And what I'm been portraying on TV.
We're trying to bring the fire like [?]
But end up at odds with myself, like a clash between [?]
Some wanna be me.
But don't want trade in the insecurities, or the urge to see needy.
I get panic attacks flying and coach, like 'if I die now, whats my last words spoke'.
Is my mother gonna break down?
Does my wife have enough paper stash, for the government shakedown?
Governments break down! But men are not allowed.
If you show emotions, it's tears of a clown.
I'm not in agreement, half the niggers incapable of expressing love (and) leave blood on the semen.
I see men, and all of us socially born mores.
I see who they're and I see what they tell Torres.
I see where they live, and I see what they make public.
I moved out the ghetto, but I'm never above it.
My salvation is what I'd covet, but I live selfish.
Just me and my empress.
Alone in my mind it's an emotional tempest.
Good and evil seem to coexist in every sentence.
Looking at the screen, seeing people, (that) was not my bin.
Till I pray and realize is not my bin.
I'm not one of them.
I want greater success, but I can't stomach to be around none of them.
So I travel with lesser of two evils, unadvised what I do, business with my peoples.
It's hard to separate checks from friendships.
When friends don't see checks, they want you to end quick.
That's how you separate friends from associates.
Both are still capable of acting inappropriate.
I've seen friends talk more shit than enemies.
I'm probably guilty of doing it in my past.
So I ask, for forgiveness if you feel that I've hurt you.
But don't disrespect my virtue.
I'm trying to be a men, but I still have some actions of an adolescent.
Lion-heart, but I'm a symbol with antidepressants.
I'm antidepressant.
I'm praying, I'm learning my lesson.
Session to session. I'm trying to usher my confessions.
I never made my life public before this. And I can see the publicists ready to haul this.

The truth heavy, that's why most can't carry her, God spoke through me and I carried her.
The truth heavy, that's why most can't carry her, God spoke through me and I carried them.

Truth...

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