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Buna ziua! Eu sunt Lirkit!

Am încercat multe moduri de a reține cuvinte în engleză și am găsit-o pe cea mai eficientă pentru mine!

Avem deja în memorie toate cuvintele cântecelor pe care le-am auzit de-a lungul vieții. Pur și simplu nu le-am dat atenție, dar le auzim deja cu toții!

Am observat că atunci când înveți un cuvânt nou dintr-un cântec pe care ai mai auzit-o deja, știi deja traducerea acestui cuvânt pentru totdeauna și nu o vei uita niciodată!

Vreau să vă împărtășesc această metodă. Deci, schema este următoarea.

Găsim cântece pe care le-am auzit deja.

Adăugăm toate cuvintele necunoscute din ele.

Trecem mini teste de jocuri de memorie. Terminat

Acum că știi o mulțime de cuvinte, vei ajunge foarte repede să cunoști întreaga limbă!

Pun pariu că vei fi surprins cât de eficientă este această metodă!)

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NY NY

 

NY NY

(album: Rotten Apple - 2006)


Ayo, Em
Did it again

Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

Nah, I can't play sax or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can cock back and blow your bladder out your back
Take that, I'll show you niggas how to rap
I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track
I told 50 I was going to take it to the top
Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot
And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot
Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops
And speaking' bout cops, you niggas better stop quelling
And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million
Call up the Ladens, have em Taliban the building
On Veteran's Day so they don't blow up the children

Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

I roll up cause it's a hold up
Ain't nothing funny stop smiling
It be the reason the crowd piling
Don't complain and die over a chain
Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets
I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next
Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes
My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting
It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button
Just for bluffing, hit for nothing
You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom

Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

I'm from New York, New York niggas die for the cheese
I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease
Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover
Click clack, ya whole life over
Baking soda in your work they gon' buy it? Nope
Cause them fiends getting tired of that diet coke
I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby
Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy

Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

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