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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.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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NLE Choppa

Always Workin'

 

Always Workin'

(album: Holly Trap - 2019)


Hah, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Got-got it on Smoke)
Yeah (OG Parker)

The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefing with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweaking, they moving like soldiers
They calling me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They saying I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine

Hoe, they judges, I'm loading the Glizzy
Fifty plus fifty, them drawing like titties
I'm rocking Versace, I'm feeling like Biggie
I bang to the pole, no company like Diggy
I'm up in New York and it feel like I made it
They playing my songs on the radio station
Remember them days a nigga was slaving
Now for a verse, they send me a payment

Always working, I'm always in the booth
I saw a opp, he was lacking, you know I had to shoot
I tried to stay out the way, 'cause I got Mus-Mus
But don't get it confused, I wet him like a pool, ooh

The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefing with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweaking, they moving like soldiers
They calling me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They saying I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine

Pop him with a light and I shot about ten
You know I'm not selfish, I'm him and his friends
And free all my niggas that's stuck in the pen'
I took a few losses, I just wanna win
The Perc got me zooted, I'm outta my body
Thirty-three shots, I feel like I'm Scottie
Seven point six-two, knock off his noggin
Hot grease 'cause a nigga is popping

The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefing with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweaking, they moving like soldiers
They calling me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They saying I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine

Huh
Yeah, yeah

done

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