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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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(album: Ether - 2017)


What's up with this faggot?
Fuck is with this nigga?
Why is he still rapping?
He even wears the fashion
Shut us up to make him pop commercials smashes
Seriously
That's why people don't take you seriously
That's why we don't wanna hear nothing you say
'Cause you ain't the man that you appear to be
No, nigga, seriously
We don't wanna hear your conspiracies
And we don't wanna hear your political views 'bout extraterrestrial activities
Look, nigga, make up your mind
How much longer you gon' wait to decide?
You was kicking some dangerous lines
Now buying your shit a waste of my time
Nigga, what's up with you?
That's why all my niggas don't fuck with you
And that's why we don't come to your after parties
'Cause we don't wanna hang in the club with you
It's only two types of niggas
A street nigga and a you type of nigga
A coon type of nigga
Prolly born with a noose, and a silver spoon type of nigga
A new type of nigga
A sell out surrounded by wealth
You should have been one of the greats
Now you just sound like everyone else

Hello?
Ah, what are you doin'? What are you doin'?
You losing your cool, fan basing your viewers
Let me show you how to flow, show you how to make music
Obviously you clueless, how I know? 'Cause I'm Jewish
Oh, is that unruly? If I'ma say so, ruly
What if I stand on trial? What if I stand on jury?
What are we on TV? Who's the judge? Judge Judy?
What am I supposed to return all these cars and jewelry?
Like I ain't even know how the flow supposed to go
Like I ain't even know how the show supposed to flow
Like I ain't even know how the beat supposed to sound
Like I ain't even know where the notes supposed to go
Like I ain't even know how my soul's supposed to feel
Like I ain't supposed to win, like I ain't supposed to glow
But you'll never understand the way that I think
If you ain't grow up with it, sold dope before
Oh, number one draft pick, number one draft pick
Oh, he's nice for a black guy, oh, he's smart for a rapper
Oh, that's who he's with? Oh, she's cute for a black chick
Oh, he's actually cool, I went to school with him actually
Actually, he could have has a masterpiece
Now it's just a fucking catastrophe
Anyway, get fists on a fire
Tell him send it over to Mastra

done

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