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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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Gangsta Grillz

 

Gangsta Grillz

(专辑: In My Mind: The Prequel - 2006)


Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir

Ayo, let me enlighten y'all, let me spark this shit
We amongst the yellow juice sippers and the kush crumblers
The diesel distributors and coca tumblers
We shut down the club in amazement for those that are under us
The go-pro bitches, they wanna run with us
Wanna blow me slowly, speed it up, fuck it, just run with us
Wanna have fun with us, not be distraught and sick
Cause when the Enzo pull up, nigga park yo' whip
Spectators be yapping on some Bob Costa shit
I ain't just talking shit, I'm Marcus Vick
Without the Heisman Trophy but with the Hawaiian Sophies
Frequent flyer miles, I be flying, them hoes be
The chain tucked your sight 'cause you eyeing it grossly
Reach is a toothbrush, the iron is close, we
Keep me surrounded, so please don't try it
Them po' don't think, no time to decide it
Unless you wanna be in the papers, and you headlining
Your whole fucking name followed by 'he dying'
If that was your food for thought you should go on a diet, haha
I just fried it

Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir

I just arrived in a five-star hotel out in Hotlanta
Speeding away from a van filled with bitches with cameras
The flash hits my ear, blinds 'em all with the gamma
Me and a stripper, she got a bubble and that cute Southern grammar
You know the type, probably stripped from Texas to Tampa
Waiting to lie, telling you it was for college or Pampers
But I go through drastic measures not to ask as pleasure
I trade the gas and breakfast for the ass and the headers
Then "Top of the morning to ya," now she gotta zoom home
She gotta dance all night until the moon's gone
We head to Magic City, gotta hit a new zone
All you see is pearls, silent colors, two tones
On your life, nigga, nothing but tombstones
Some many Phantoms, the parking lot look like a graveyard
It's the domain where err'body play God
The underlings is king, ordering more by the card
Throw 20 grand up whenever Jeezy says "Yeah"
Give a new meaning to the phrase, "There's money in the air"
I was there

Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?