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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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Whip It

 

Whip It

(album: Da Last Real Nigga Left - 2014)


[Chorus:]
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Might find me a Cuban in the morning
I be counting money all morning
Told 'em to put some boot cream on the Chevy
Payed them double just to have it flipping

First some niggas I used to fuck with try to set me up
Damn niggas better come strapped 'cause I'm a fuck 'em up
Ran into some niggas, they saying, "Plies, where your shooters at?"
Told them, "Nigga, the fuck you mean, shooter? I'm the shooter, bitch?"
Look, payed the ass, blood niggas outta bawller block
Make me come to your hood, nigga, and buy your whole project
Real niggas done walk up in this bitch, turn the light off
Got out all the studs in this bitch, get your dike on

[Chorus]

Got one question for you, little, nigga, who the fuck is you?
Ride out, alligator, riding money in my shoe
You broke bitch, I know you broke, bitch, you a broke bitch!
Look at you and look at me, bitch, I'm your home, bitch!
Whip it, whip it, whip it
My home gon'give me a whole check and said, go flip it!
I'm here with my flip-flops on, got me part a ticket
Got a whole pigeon on the stowe, whip it, whip it, whip it

[Chorus]

I just bought an M.C., nigga, that's a money caller
With the how, I'da kept it moving, told me she ain't swallow
What the fuck you mean I'm powered up, like I'm Pike-Man?!
Anytime my brambles ride, I knew them birds at
I was fuck grown hoes, the nigga was playing hang-man
I was sitting up in the trap and my partners was bringing dough in
My teacher ask me did I have an alterner plan?
Whip it, whip it, whip it, that's the game plan

[Chorus]

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