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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!

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Gucci Mane

Dead People

 

Dead People

(专辑: 1017 Mafia: Incarcerated - 2015)


[Hook x2 Gucci Mane:]
I got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head telling me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head telling me to get this bread

[Verse 1 Gucci Mane:]
Got a pocket full of dead guys
Evil voices in my head telling me to watch the feds
And I love selling cake pies
It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me walking out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a couple extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my hoes exotic
And ain't that shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the shit and I can talk the shit
I can talk the shit cause I got it
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a walking lick
Got dead people in my pocket
Falling off in Follie's, got a bag full of the mollies
A half a mil' off profit, and my Muller got her jocking

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 Raury:]
I've been living like a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of every day
I've been chilling with my niggas in the streets
Living like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscing 'bout them bored summer days
Blowing haze on the east side of Atlanta
Making moves on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't speak the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you wanna pick up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her brother climbing the ladder
It's your time, yeah it's something that you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off your ass, find a fucking craft
Make bread, get it back, give it back times 2
Who are you? Look in the mirror
Don't give a fuck what they think, you're the one, you're the truth
Got the juice, got the juice, got the juice, got the juice
Mothafucka you the man like an 8th grade Jew
You can chew through any zebra ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act hard as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna step on you, fire burning
Nigga learning, stay concerning bout your paper
Now and later ain't really good time
For a nigga 'bout his business on Wood Crest Manor

[Hook x2]

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?