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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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Makavelli

 

Makavelli

(album: Don't Think That - 2018)


Hah, hah
Dmac on the fucking track
Hah

This is the life, nigga, this Makavelli
Running shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these niggas get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These niggas cutting, they talking, they telling (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas they jailing (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December, we was sharing clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas selling they souls, no (no, no)

Man, I can't believe ya, you gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ay (woah)
Th-thinking 'bout my people, where they when you really need 'em, ay? (No)
Made my own route and made it out, I took the legal way (Ay)
These pistols saving niggas tryna take my fucking lead away (Aw)
I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs)
I do this for the niggas that be kicking down doors (I do)
I-I-I do this for the gang (gang), what I rep, double 0 (woah)
I don't do this for the name or the fame, it's for my folks (folks)
Will I change up? That's a no (no)
Sipping on this lean, moving slow (slow, slow)
Shawty head game on a roll (roll)
Her nigga is a lame and she know

This is the life, nigga, this Makavelli
Running shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these niggas get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These niggas cutting, they talking, they telling (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas they jailing (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December, we was sharing clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas selling they souls, no (no, no)

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