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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.

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Starlito

The Ides Of March

 

The Ides Of March

(album: Cold Turkey - 2013)


[Talking Starlito:]
Man, That shit crazy...
Sipping drank wrecked my Mercedes

[Starlito:]
First thing's first, shut yo bitch ass up
Anything else, shoot yo bitch ass up
Bet you won't get back up, and so ya shit bag up
Call that shit bad luck, yeah
Driving race cars, smoking out the jar, fucking bad broads
Aaah, but what I'm gonna do tomorrow?
I got my own nigga, yeah you can borrow
Slide my youngin a couple hunned
And I bet he shoot yo car up
And send some money order to the pen and pay my lawyer
No matter how much money you get
You ain't shit if you ain't loyal
Got a bag and it's purple, that's why I'm crown royal
You got 4 hunned dollars then I got an ounce for you
You got 44 hunned then I got a pound for you
Got a 44 mag and about five rounds for you
Fuck around and get found drown
I'm good on any side, bitch I live down town
Who's bright idea was it to let me get some money
Her forehead on my belt, give me head till she belch
Nothing but premium, unleaded in the tank
And when you seen me, I was headed to the bank
Whatchu thank, prolly smelling like dank
Tryina quit sippin drank, but a nigga just can't
All I ever wanted was a Chevy with that paint
Watch how you talk to me, by the time I feel threatened you see the flame
Now my ledgers got larger numbers
I started out on the humble
Begging the governor for a pardon
Read the charges and my heart crumbled
Nightmares like every other night, got me speeding through red lights
I know I'm jammin like a High Point, shooting dice on them boys
Fucked around forgot my point
High to the point, like what's the point
Can't get no higher, Can't get no flyer
Now it cost like 10 bands to put me on the flyer
I go ham, ho go ask my Uncle Samuel
I'm no liar, all these stacks I made, my taxes paid
Still I slap you in your face like after shave
Thank cause we bought it, we won't mask up... This a masquerade
All these bands in the month of March, I Thought I was at a parade
Trash Bag Gang, wrote this rap on behalf of my plate
I swear a young niggas been getting it since way back in the day
I ain't concerned with catching feelings I'm scared of catching a case

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