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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

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Nipsey Hussle

Young, Rich And Famous

 

Young, Rich And Famous

(album: The Marathon - 2010)


Yuh
Yuh
Why the fuck not, nigga?
I'm in this shit, why not go hard?
It don't make sense not to

Look, I be hopping on stages
Drinking champagne with a flock of bad bitches and some niggas I was raised with
[?] every step, the top of they conversation
Buncha [?] ass broke niggas, jealous 'cause we made it
Young, rich, and famous plus I'm handsome and I'm faded
I'm just climbing up this ladder that my swagger has created it
My intelligence has got them so intimidated
Really thought I would listen to that bullshit you was sayin'?
Ride solo in my two-door with my top off with the tag
A marathon, I crash your crew, nigga, it's a knock-off
When we started, he pinned us
No label ain't gon' stop us, I'm in Rothen off of Slauson
I made all my partners profit, look
I'm tatted from my face to my foot
So my body read like a good book
And, honestly, that fire weed keep my mind cooked
Taking trips type of shit, usually keep a dime hooked
Pussy super good, go that sleeping side grip
Ass poking out them pockets with that she is fly stitch
I'd rather be your nigga, she'd rather be my bitch
But no emotions 'cause we both is busy focused on the grip
Real shit, look
Niggas better understand this
I ain't doing no favors, I ain't giving out shit
I'm out here on my ten toes, nigga, no split
And if you don't like it, you can suck my dick
Nigga

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Young niggas doing big things
Fucking all these bitches ain't the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Young nigga doing big things
Fucking all these bitches is the song I sing

Haaah, nigga
T-M-C, uh
Look
Fat Dookie, Cuban Linx
That's Bellvue and cranberry
[?] for the [?], you know, she know
Doing it lightweight, I ain't shaved in a couple days
And this motherfucker going on
I fuck off racks when I want to
You know
You see it's The Marathon, yeah

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