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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

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Vic Mensa

Time Is Money

 

Time Is Money

(专辑: Innanetape - 2013)


[Intro: Vic Mensa]
Ay Trip, where that smoke at?
Let me hit that bitch one time
Bless me, yeah
Stanky man
Boi 1da, INNANET, INNANET-NET-NET-NET-Nuh

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
I was losing it, lost in the dark, but I found my lighthouse
I like when it rains in the spring
Light a J better seen with the lights, oh
(Dolo) Speakers in the Mac back like Rose like Mike, no
I know in the end niggas left, but I guess it's all alright, no
I mean, I know all them, their armors in that science ain't it
Prolly the reason my people's pupils so dilated
If you gon' die, might as well die young
Trying to be optimistic with the politicians
Cut schools, buy guns, but when the shots is licking at the ones that'll lose they son
Instead they send 'em to private schools and pull back on public funds
While functioning as if they could begin to fathom where the fuck we coming from
Sometimes I hold my tongue, talking feels useless
I used to point in circles for wasted years lost in excuses
Time is money, every second I spent in high-school clocking
Should've been on the road fucking with hoes, falling through holes in my pockets
But everything happens for a reason
If you choose to look at it that way
And put truth into the things you do
And really believe what you say
They say the darkest night comes before the brightest morning
I like to think I'd ask the right things if God was right before me
Like, why you let babies get shot while babies is killin'?
All because the system that raised me from grade school made me the villain
Barely out of my momma's crib
Can't even tie my own laces
Just moved into a brand new place
But somehow I still miss my basement
I guess the thing about looking back is you can't change leaving
And I guess the thing about judging the past is that it just ain't even

[Hook: Vic Mensa & Beldina]
I know that money makes the world go 'round
Money makes the world go 'round
But don't forget it when you get it
My pops told me, told me, "Make money
But the money you make don't make you"
Make money, but the money you make don't make you
Make money, but the money you make don't make you
Make money, but the money you make don't make you

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
Save money, hope the money you save could save you
Silk my sheets set in sace my sugar for my table
Too easy reading people, tweeting, tweaking like they hate you
But what's even easier is calling your mom just to say thank you
Could've been the one that never dropped
Could've been the one that got shot
Could've never seen what it means to be mean
Be trapped in a box
Strapped in a box Chevy with lil' Eddie back home on the block
Blocking the sunlight
It's like a solar eclipse in my city in the middle of a gunfight
Straight shots hit kids in the dark
That's the way it is like Walter Cronkite
Drunk off of the thrill, I feel like shooting back in the distance
Prolly bounce off of a light pole and kill a fucking kid in the kitchen
Kissing the past goodbye
Buying a stairway to heaven cause in time we all have to die
I just know when my time comes I'm a have made mine

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh]
Yeah, Sir Rockie I'm smoked out, but I'm grinding
I'm never weed winding, but reclining while reminding
You I'm a keep my foot on these pun niggas neck
Stay on the road like some wheels and a board and a deck
Young nigga wilding, gotta give respect
Rollie on my arm, I'm the one they elect
I got that fire flow, I'm the one they detect
Gotta get the check, these niggas wanna say, "Turn up"
But then they turn up and then they earn what?
Nothing, they fronting
Here we go, we're the topic of discussion
Fresh nigga, but the flow is disgusting
And the money come fast cause I run with the nigga that made
Every day we hustling
It's like we came with the master plan
Not just talk, but the cash in hand
Make a animorph into no-mans-land
We could make 100 grand just like no man can
But every time I sit and watch the weekend news
See how many people in the weekend lose
It give the boy the blues, fuck all these clothes and shoes
Motivation what they could use and I got it

[Hook]

完毕

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