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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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Brotha Lynch Hung

Drunken Style

 

Drunken Style

(album: Blocc Movement - 2001)


Drunken style nigga... drunk style
Give me yo clothes, give me your gold
Give me all the money you owe right now

Don't like to think so I drank heavy
Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly
I'm takin chunks from punks who want funk
Treat em like 15's, put em in the trunk
I split his spleens, makin sure all my shits clean
Leave the scene like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme, gangsta lean...
Out the window, hit yo block corner, everybody better duck
Burnin tires like the Daytona, tuck you up, it ain't nuttin
Pushin buttons, blowin smoke at them bustas
See I was just a baby when I first got Sicc
Get the razorblades and alcohol, I'm bout to fill they walls with syphilis dick
Just get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cold cut
Heat em up, flops get rocked up like that coke stuff
I ain't no jokester, prankster, real gangster...
Shit from that nigga that brought you the Season of the Sicc
Admit, it was my tightest shit besides this
Don't get me wrong, every song is a hit
Guess who made this?...
Phonk Beta, while you suckers ain't payin right, we stayin tight
Pullin open ziplocks every night and my mama never fed me right
We was broke so I'm off the Ol' E, you know me I ain't no mutha fuckin joke
When it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you ready

Drunken style nigga
So give me you clothes, give me yo gold
Give me all the money you owe right now
Give me all the money you owe right now
Give me all the money you owe right now
Give me all the money you owe right now

Comin soon, you wanna hear, more buy my shit, 2002

done

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