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你好! 我是Lirkit !

我尝试了很多方法来记忆英语单词,最后找到了对我来说最有效的一种!

我们一生中听过的所有歌曲的歌词都已记在我们的记忆中。我们根本没有注意到他们,但我们都已经听到了!

我注意到,当你从一首以前听过的歌曲中学习一个新单词时,你已经永远知道这个单词的翻译,并且永远不会忘记它!

我想把这个方法分享给大家。所以,方案如下。

我们找到我们已经听过的歌曲。

我们添加了其中所有不熟悉的单词。

我们通过了记忆游戏的迷你测试。完毕

现在您已经认识了很多单词,您很快就会了解整个语言!

我打赌你会惊讶于这种方法的有效性!)

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Blue Opps

 

Blue Opps

(专辑: QPac - 2020)


Hah, yeah
This that don dada flow
(This that don dada music)
Oh Lord, ayy

No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feeling just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's cracking, cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watching the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes

GPS me to they block and pop my head up like mayday
From day to night, they go and search for opps, they know that's they payday
No name, buried his Glock, then went and copped him an AK
Sixth grade, I had that drop, I never went to the eighth grade
Murder, I'm screaming out homicide
I run with watch and some top shottas who will come take your life
We live the life of Curtis Jackson, get rich or die trying
One shot, man down, smile in your face 'fore you die
My label told me I make music, make them boys go and kill
Gotta take a trip to LAX to get some drank for Kill Bill
I caught a rush from busting Glocks when I was out in the field
Them hitters come and sweep your block, better get a house in the hills
Them plastic cups, I'm sipping New Orleans
Got a big black Glock with a big red beam
Whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans
I fuck off Percs, I kill off beans
Swing on they street, kill they whole team
I stopped they deal, I killed they dreams
Fuck they whole crew, that's what I mean
On grandma grave, I poured out lean

No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feeling just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's cracking, cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watching the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?