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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!

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Lloyd Banks

Southside Story

 

Southside Story

(专辑: The Hunger For More - 2004)


I done learned from mistakes like who's my man, and who's not
Like who's gone run, and who's not
Like who's gone shoot if you shot
Who gone hold they own, who's not
Who gone change spots

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, and smoking weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, and smoking weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

When I was ten years old, I seen a nigga take three in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seeing 'em dead
Smelled the burnt tires peeling after leaving him lead
The killer fled with a fucking laugh
My heart pumping on blast
I just stared at him, slumped in the grass
Arms moving, fingers shaking, spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug
There I stood, stiffer than wood
See homey used to buy me candy
Now he's gone, who gone provide his family?
My ear ringing, shoulda been running
I never thought I'd be that sick
Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see that shit
That's when I thought
It was more than three shots
He coulda been aiming for me, maybe he circled around the block
I turned around at my pops, he like "what happened?"
This nigga rolled up and just started clapping
I can still hear him laughing

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, and smoking weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, and smoking weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

It was a regular day in South Side, sprinklers and kids running
All of a sudden, heads turning, somebody did something
This nigga name I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the block
Regular getting money nigga, but loved to clown a lot
Walked across the park, stunting, fronting
Diamonds in his ear, diamond watch on
Eating a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind a shorty, grabbing her waist
She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't accept it
Called him a pussy, told him she'd be back in a second
But he ain't pay her no mind
Called her a bitch about four times
Stayed in the park, wit' no niggas wit' em and no nine
And them in no time, older nigga from behind
Swung a baseball bat, left his face all crack
Told him "Take all that!"
Hit him again, popped his chain wit' a frown
And left the clown, with a stain on the ground

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, and smoking weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, and smoking weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

Now all my days go by blowing that sticky, icky
California made me picky
Chicken head tried to stick me wit' a hickey
If we, blow up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsy
The location don't matter, I'm South Side until they hit me
I'll be dead
If looks can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know Scarface or Bushwick Bill
My heart spills
For the kids that ain't got nothing ain't got it still
And for my, cousin I lost
Humped over the steering wheel

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, and smoking weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, and smoking weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

完毕

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