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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 Mal

#'s (Remix)

 

#'s (Remix)


[Intro:]
Noisy on the beat

[Yung Mal:]
First things first
If a nigga ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt
Second of all I'm putting in work
I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that shit real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my niggas, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young nigga stayed down, came up from a seven
They talking plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, nigga, we straight
Niggas gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his ass lose weight

Judge gave my brother ten
He hit a move for eleven bricks
Don't fuck with 12, I'm never gon' snitch
The trap behind me, that's thirteen sticks
Fourteen, trapping the bomb full of nicks, yeah
Stood on that Candler Road, 1'5 shit, hah
New condo on 16th Street, got seventeen hoes getting geeked
Eighteen hundred for Prada, that's on my feet
Gotta keep Glock-19
Never going out sad, that shit in your dreams
Niggas ain't gang, they dub
Young niggas with me ain't 21, still in the club
I heard that boy got hit up
They say them folks hit his ass like twenty-two slugs
Two-twenty-three, that LeBron
Twenty-four for the Rollie, it wet like a pond
Whole twenty-five, I'm a don
Keep shooters with me, I still got my gun, nigga
Broke nigga, go get funds, nigga
I bring your ho to Plug block and we beat up her tongue, nigga
I got the drop on the opp, don't go back and forth, we gon' get that shit gone, nigga

First things first
If a nigga ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt
Second of all I'm putting in work
I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that shit real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my niggas, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young nigga stayed down, came up from a seven
They talking plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, nigga, we straight
Niggas gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his ass lose weight (Noisy on the beat)

[Stunna 4 Vegas:]
Better stay with your pole in the 704, yeah, you know how that go (Boom)
I was sicker than a bitch, I got pulled with six sticks in the city right after my show (Fuck)
I bang the 5 and my lil' nigga Crip, we both slanging iron 'bout that 4, uh (4X)
These Jordan 3's on they throat (Uh)
I got two vibes telling me I'm the G.O.A.T., uh, uh (Thot-thot)
I'ma tell you one time (Uh)
Boy, you better not play with 4X (4X)
I set the bitch up like a punchline (Let's go)
When it's smoke, let's go, we gun firing (Boom)
My money long like the lunchline (Cash)
I pull up like KD in crunch time (Score)
Two bustdowns, they both mine (Ice)
Still in the hood, I took off in no time (Blatt)

[Yung Mal:]
First things first
If a nigga ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt
Second of all I'm putting in work
I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that shit real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my niggas, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young nigga stayed down, came up from a seven
They talking plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, nigga, we straight
Niggas gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his ass lose weight (Noisy on the beat)

done

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