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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

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Young Scooter

Real Talk

 

Real Talk

(album: Trippple Cross - 2018)


[Future:]
BMFBG nigga
ATL Jacob
Yeah
Skrrt, skrrt

[Young Scooter:]
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Shout out to the opps, As-Salaam-Alaikum
Motherfuck the cops, run up all the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a Breitling
I damn near lost it all in the dice game
I kept my mouth closed when the folks came
My name on fire in the streets, I'm talking propane
Section 8 ENT, that's gang gang
I bet a nigga never snatch my chain
That tripple crossing, watch out for them chain snatchers
All this money I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all about a sack, I'm talking Urlacher
Pack touch down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, like a dynamite
I'm doing a hundred smashing, don't stop at that red light
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexing
I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no more stressing
Me and VL Deck jugging, ride in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I smoke is pressure
They call me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you ain't moving but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't five bricks or better
Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No nothing beat a double but a triple cross
I take a nigga off, I take another loss
Walk into my house, I got a pack vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I made myself a boss

[Young Scooter (Future):]
No nothing beat a double but a triple cross
Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
Your plug price too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm moving underground

[Future:]
Pink diamonds in my teeth, pink codeine in my cup
Pink molly in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, that's my partner 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you can't interfere
Space coupes, oops, I just made the world disappear
If you selling bales in the field show your skills
Half a ticket for club face Richard Mille
Already had sauce and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons right with me 'til infity
When we roll up on the opps don't show no sympathy
I just fucked a check up at the store, brrt, brrt
I just blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
Chinchilla dragging on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we getting that bread by the load, brrrt
More Pucci for this raw sushi
Evel Knievel when she up the speed
She just landed in from overseas (word)
Once I expand her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, spent a hundred G's (oh God)
I got rich kids, my neck on freeze (brrt brrt)
It's murder squad, they'll leave you in a freezer (brrt)
(I don't remember nothing, I got amnesia)
I go so hard, gotta let it take a breather (hold up)
I'm strapping birdies to my mommy seaters
Yeah, gang (brrt brrt)

[Young Scooter (Future):]
No nothing beat a double but a triple cross
Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch down
Your plug price too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm moving underground

done

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