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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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Wintertime

Coach Winter

 

Coach Winter

(album: I Don't Play Defense - 2016)


Yeah, aye, okay
Yeah, alright
Yeah, okay
Okay
[Imitating gunshots]
Alright, okay
Aye

Stiff arm to these niggas like Jon Dwyer
Scoring on these bitches like Jon Scheyer
I can't stop winning, bitch I'm on fire (yeah)
Feel like Kobe I might just retire

I might just retire, coach the game
Coach the game like I was Kiffin Lane
That's Lane Kiffin bitch, I be switching lanes
I be different strokes, different paints

Smoke a blunt I take it to the face, press Facetime
Young Winter post on the bassline, I post up
These niggas they do not know wassup
I don't front when I keep this shit a buck

Stiff arm to these niggas like John Dwyer
Scoring on these bitches like Jon Scheyer
I can't stop winning bitch, I'm on fire
I Feel like Kobe I might just retire

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?