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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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Sauce Walka

Snake

 

Snake

(album: Sauce Ghetto Gospel - 2018)


Chamberlain, he's got it
JRag on the beat
Drip
Ghetto Gospel, nigga
Shit, ooh-wee

Bitch, you a snake, anaconda
First I gave you my trust, when you gave me your word, then I gave you my honor
Should've known from that feeling I got from your eyes when you gave me your number
Should've known that you just a square Betsy lil' bitch and you ain't about commas
Boy, you a ho like Madonna
A big boss on the 'Gram but we know in real life that you really a runner
You ain't feeding your fam, all your people ain't straight, nigga, how you one hundred?
Nigga, how you one hundred?
Nigga, how you a stunner? nigga, what 'bout your mama?
How she still in that Honda? How she still in the struggle?
Nigga, how could you spend sixty on a Patek but your baby in trouble?
You got beef with her mama, but your baby need dollars
But that's not that kid's problem
But he throwing racks in Harlem
He out in Dreams, he balling
If he get a new number, he calling
See your dick in these hoes is your problem
That's why you ain't got no way to solve it
'Stead of handling your business, you stalling
Tryna get some new pussy, you childish
And these bitches no different, they make it no better
They fucking for followers instead of cheddar
You got a man on lock, sending you letters
But you all in VIP tryna get wet up
In my opinion the shit be a set-up
These bitches be loyal until they get head up
Say they want truth but they change when you tell 'em
At first she was gutter, she thought she was heaven
Until it's one day she wake up looking seven
Bitch was supposed to be here 'round 9 but she didn't make it up 'til by 11
You call her number and it got declined at least twenty times, now you know it's hectic
She sent a text in 'bout being neglected
Now she somewhere ain't a scrub fucking naked

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