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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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Yung Berg

Interlude

 

Interlude

(album: Look What You Made Me - 2008)


[Yung Berg:]
Yeah
You know, always been a starter yung'un don't do beach
Home grind derby, I'm headed for the feets
But instead of niggaz standin up and cheer for me
Wanna see my momma cry, homies pour beer for me
I mean, once again I'm a product what you made me
Solid as a Roc I couldn't sign with Jay-Z
See first Infrared, and then Bloodline
Now I'm a young boss and shorty it's grill time
Back tatted for my niggaz cause I love mine
And now this real talk, is no punchline
Yeah, and I ain't speakin no riddles
My bro had squares with stamps in the middle
He used to take trips they would pack up the rental
Pop was at the crib, still workin on a demo
Yung livin reckless, blowin on chronic
Momma sent me off to school, said her son was demonic
Secluded from the world, I couldn't see trees
But it gave me time to grow a little, time to do me
Writin raps in my head no beat
Fucked up bed, one pillow, no sheet
And my pops wrote a letter in about a month it reads
"Your time's comin soon you'll be out in a week"
I moved out to Cali with my big sister Eve
She had faith in a yung'un she just told me BELIEVE~!
Believe [echoes]

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