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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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Steez

 

Steez

(album: THE TI$$UE FILES - 2018)


Ayy
What song? (Damn son, where'd ya find this?)
Steez
Ayy
Ayy

Had to cut these bitches off and honestly I feel so weak
Niggas lying and they taking all the sauce from my steez
Told that bitch I need some space and some time to fucking breathe
Had to get my mind right
And get this money by the night
Diamonds on my neck and it's hurting 'cause the frost bites
I'ma go, I'ma get it
I won't run from my dreams
If I can, I'ma steal it
With my mothafucking beam
All I'm needing is the money and that paper colored green (ayy)

All I do is talk this guap, bitch, I'm fucking guapanese
I'm a gardener with a sniper, hidden in the fucking tree
I'm a wavy nigga walking all across the fucking sea
Got my weapons in my bag
Hidden in the front seat
Bitches sleeping in my bed
While I'm making all these plates
Bitch, I'm zooted, I can't see, smoking on this purple haze
All this smoke in my eyes, I can't see this fucking hate
In the end, I wear Supreme with my Gucci purple shades
Ayy
In the end, I wear Supreme with my Gucci purple shades
Yeah

Had to cut these bitches off and honestly I feel so weak
Niggas lying and they taking all the sauce from my steez
Told that bitch I need some space and some time to fucking breathe
Had to get my mind right
And get this money by the night
Diamonds on my neck and it's hurting 'cause the frost bites
I'ma go, I'ma get it
I won't run from my dreams
If I can, I'ma steal it
With my mothafucking beam

done

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