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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.

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Meek Mill

Dope Dealer

 

Dope Dealer

(album: Dreamchasers 3 - 2013)


[Intro: Meek Mill]
There's three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one...

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got all these bad bitches twerking
Waves on swim, shit surfing
I don't wanna yall niggas 'round me
Broke niggas make me nervous
Shawty said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she working
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I'm swerving (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
Fuck rap, I might sell swag
She want me 'cause she know I got that Chanel tag
She fuck me and she gone get that Chanel swag
Her boyfriend like, “Where you get that Chanel bag?”
55 hundo, pop green, and I ball
Like Rondo
Catch me, North-South, with a dime ho
Turnt up, but I'm like keep calm ho
I go, make a million here, million there
All of my niggas, we really in here
Got a bad bitch, and she straight from the hood
But she look like a foreign, brazilian hair
And I'm grabbing her remi
I bust like a semi, yo bitch (BA BA!)
I get your girl pregnant
You hating all on me, you sick (HA HA!)
I ride in my hood in a Bently like it's a Crown Vic (SKR SKR!)
These bitches is choosing
You niggas is losing
We rich
Whatchu expect?
(Haah?)

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?
Or keep fucking them broke niggas?
And I don't fuck with you ho niggas (NAH!)
Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson
That's dope, nigga!

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I got all these dope dealers serving
Cut the work up, they surgeons
I don't want y'all bitches 'round me
Whack bitches make me curve 'em
Imported rug, that's Persian
One wheel up and we swerving
Wetter than a lake, that's Ricki!
Pop pussy like she Nicki
She want me cause she see me in that Aventador
Pull up on the curb so crazy, I done bent the door
Bad bitch wanna borrow it, I lent it to her
Make her bust that pussy open in Singapore
30 million though, Forbes list
Out in Philly in a condo, boss shit
Now they call me Young Oprah; Harpo
In the pool rocking polo, Marco
Millionaires, never do leers
No, they can't see me, they're never my peers
Fruits of my labor, go get me my pears
Cause you're outta your element; I am your fear
So go get off my testicle, pardon my decimal, bitch!
Check up my resumé, I'm upper echelon rich
Them bikes is out and we throwing 'em up like we sick
My clothing line is out in them stores and I'm sipping a Myx
Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
DC, Double M
Mastermind
Say my name and bitch I gotta grant your wish (BOSS!)
Sticky fingers, 30 K
You better drop that brick (drop that brick)
Philly brothers, sometimes they call me Ock! (call me Ock!)
I pray to God, everyday I drop my top (Thank you Lord!)
Humble man, with me and the Lord Meek
I'm the shit, coming down Broad Street
"Sal" Magluta, "Willy" Falcon
Flamboyant dough boy, talking Al Capone (ROZAY!)
From Monte Carlo to Los Muchachos
My Mexicanos not talking tacos
This jewelry tampered once, a nigga push that button
On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these niggas don't want nothing
You wanna fuck wit a dope dealer? Or keep fucking them broke niggas?
My sneaker deal like A.I.'s
We drink Belaire like St. Ides

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