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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.

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Young Buck

Streets Sour

 

Streets Sour


[Young Dolph:]
Bought a new prepaid cause my plug said nigga it's back on
This a celebration bitch, my nigga Buck back home
My nigga yoho wordsmith had that ho blowing up my phone
I told that bitch I'd give her a thou-wow just to leave me alone
Pouring mud, smoking sour
I don't fuck with these niggas, they sour
My lil bitch so bad I treat her like a kid and I give her allowance
Yeah she got a fat ass and speak a different language
I started getting big bread, my family started changing
My niggas started hating
But I don't give a fuck I'm counting this paper, concentrating
Where I'm from everybody selling dope and gang related
I pull up in my trap and take out all of my frustrations
RIP Pimp C, bumping Pimpulation

I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door
Streets sour, I can't even trust my friends no more
I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone
Streets sour, I can't even trust my family no more
I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door
Streets sour, I can't even trust my friends no more
I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone
Streets sour, I can't even trust my family no more

[Starlito:]
Streets sour, smoking sour, 30 days, 20 shows
Bought a house, cashed out and I ain't even had a visitor
It's critical, I be one deep, all my friends invisible
I'm getting it ho, your bitch she know she pull up, get this dick to go
I'm gone, got two spots out of town
And probably won't answer my phone
If you not copping pounds
Be careful catching plays, make sure you not out of bounds
My young niggas wake up out of bed, talking 'bout lay it down
I got next and now, respect and a check
But these niggas still sour
I'm just cold as a brick and a drought on my wrist and still won't chill out
Called and told ma I'm making the Ville proud
Don't feel like me
Fuck a record deal, I deal loud
Lito!

[Young Dolph:]
I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door
Streets sour, I can't even trust my friends no more
I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone
Streets sour, I can't even trust my family no more
I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door
Streets sour, I can't even trust my friends no more
I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone
Streets sour, I can't even trust my family no more

[Young Buck:]
Blowing up my phone begging, bitch I ain't picking up
I got 50 bands flicking up, and plus my cause sticking up
Cocaine in my fingernails, got my name ringing bells
Sending pounds in the mail
And all my junk is bringing sales
Mom was popping Xanax bars
Playing numbers and wrecking cars
I keep taking dope money and putting it on a checking card
Niggas hollering throw me something
Acting like they don't owe me none'
I just told this ho don't let your baby daddy know we coming
All my bitches poor, and they unemployed
Get they hair done just for fun and go shopping when they bored
Smoke so much kush by myself it got me feeling paranoid
My money on steriods but I can [?] a joint

[Young Dolph:]
I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door
Streets sour, I can't even trust my friends no more
I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone
Streets sour, I can't even trust my family no more
I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door
Streets sour, I can't even trust my friends no more
I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone
Streets sour, I can't even trust my family no more

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