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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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Rich Boy

Glasses

 

Glasses

(album: Back To Class - 2013)


[Hook:]
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh
Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh

[Verse 1:]
Picture me in a Benz, witness me ball again
Making a leg band, she beggin me put it in
Get a cup, fill it up, look at me, fresh as fuck
Keep a 45 tucked, nigga tryina plot on us
Bottles pouring, diamonds blowing, champagne overflowing
In the club toasting, we leaving with gang trophy
32 inch chrome gold, keep the rims frozen
Private yo doors open, I'm like a Jamaican smoker

[Hook:]
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh
Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh

[Verse 2:]
Baby get that ass up, make em blow that cash up
If you balling my nigga then get your fuckin glass up
Alligator crop, top shut down the parking lot
Valet in the front, tonight, the whole city hot
Playing with gang chips, championship whips
Throbbing on hips, with model bitches with gold lips
Step into the club with my niggas where the freeze at
She can't be scared, she bounce, baby throw it back
Take a look at me, look at the MVP
Flash you on the beat, she wanna leave with me
Tolt me up, get your glass up, another cup
Roll it up, in the VIP, they know it's us

[Hook:]
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh
Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh

done

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