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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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Flippin' Chiccens

 

Flippin' Chiccens

(专辑: Blocc Movement - 2001)


We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's

We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's

Y'all niggas that don't know me why the loc be fronting?
Just 'cause 38 a day I'm blunting, trey 8 for nothing
But in case for the waist for busting, close range erase your bluffing
Like major snuffing, blaze the oven
Boiling hot every time I drop
Metaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the block
And my Glock closed down shop
It's like "Cops" I'm a Bad Boy
Catch me fronting back in the rag, boy
C-Bo keep niggas all up in their peepholes
But hold up I'm lethal like blowing up a Reagle
Full of your people, Desert Eagles to your kids
I'm sick and I can't help myself
Somebody please help me before they melt me
But naw dog you ever felt me
So it's a must that I clutch guns pop pills
To keep my feelings real, illings will but hold up
It's a bust of the dough blow up
I bet that I make the world get these Nike's like sure 'nough

We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's

We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's

Teck, I'm Cowboy the pistol holder, the missile loader
Call me Christmas, death wish under the missile toe-ah
Off of Crys will I piss or throw up? They diss and load up
Roll through the scene with a peace sign as they get blowed up
Mob figure 'til I die, Westside off the roof with the bubble lie
Y'all don't want no trouble, guy
You rap about all that ice I could had that
Grab that, make you stab that and blast that but I'mma pass that
We ruthless, we get 'em up until they're toothless
Killing me on the West Coast nigga it's useless
I run from Seattle to Dago with my lasso
Callhourt to Paso, new force from that Avanal
29th Street to Avalon
Long Beach, Compton, Watts, E.C.'s and Magnums
357, Ghost Town, Gebermona
Hoovers and 6-O's the rest better get ghost
Fuck with real niggas that bang
Not a bitch riding a dick or the next nigga gang
With a teck that I stang from the neck to the brain
When I step in the range I get respect you know I flame
Boiling hot, make my gat roar on the spot
Disrespect the block fuck how much they got, the cops
When my weasel go pop you gets the last sound
If he ain't dead when I dump then we beat his ass down

We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V..
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's

We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V..
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's

I pack two Glocks, drop bodies with two shots
Run a code if they got bitch it's gots on the rocks
When my pen and pad connect, plaques I collect
Then gats I collect to keep these nacks in check
You wanna handle this with guns the stamina, son
I run tons for Pamela, one show shit forget the dough
I'm all in the get the blow
Fully automatic, cuzz, you know how shit get go
Flip mode when shit work more than a ship load
And a grip flip like in a double zip code
Your whole city locked down 'til the big bird drop
Cut for the re-copping color getting for the block
Dancing, balling snorting coke at the mansion
Add a mill plus like what the fuck
Ecstasy pills and kill, boy we play in the fields
And that 4 mill we spent sitting way in the hills

We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's

We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?