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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

Sweeney Todd

 

Sweeney Todd

(album: Mannibalector - 2013)


Yall better be [?] This shit is a lil different

Okay let me spit this scripture
After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture
Niggas calling me Sweeney Todd cuz I cut them up and make Philly Steaks
Been the bones then they really brake then refrigerate Imma [?]
Grr I saw some shit when I was six and then got my head fucked up
Told my momma homegirl to play with my dick (I'm serious man)
And it felt sick then about six minutes later it got thick
And I have been nuttin on their faces ever since
I think I'm missing a brain I'll be throwing up skin suits
And hanging em up in the closet and the rest I'll throw that bitch in the bay
I really should keep taking my prozac
Cuz I'll make your door wet in the throw back jersey turned [?]
Babys momma suckin that big dick is what I witness
I slit that bitch in the wrist when I seen that shit God as your witness
I watched her bleed all over the couch then the bitch start screaming
So I put the duct tape all over her mouth after death start eating
Shit Imma mother fucking barber with a straight razor
I'm the reason they keep finding shit in the harbor
I brag about it wrote letter to the police I don't give a fuck
I'll put that nine-millimeter to your head before they lock me up
I know you looking for them tight rhymes in the night time
I shine and I spit harder then a pipe line when I write mine
So I ain't worried about your light lines nigga I just went your life lines
For some reason your raps sound just like mine

Okay let me spit this scripture
Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture
I throw it like a pitcher you can catch it like a bat catcher
Hit you in the helmet the ref wont like the (gas expected[?])
Strip em butt naked eat them for breakfast bitch I cut them sections up
You don't believe they up in the freezer they all sectioned up
I like meat I just started eating vegetables
Hit em with the AK-47 now he's ah vegetable
See ready set go behead him family let go
Imma bout to let Tech know getting him bout the wet sex oh
Then I'm about to have sex oh
Then I'm about to slit necks no
Then I'm about to get wet
I'm hostile and its possible
That I cut you up so much there ain't even no need for the hospital
Math couldn't even make you logical you trying to fuck with me
Thats who thats why your whole roster broke
So many can take this wrong I better watch my back
These niggas will pop at me but nigga I'll pop right back

Strange music in the house.
Smoking weed all day get ready.
Fully loaded, your boi spidda man.
Seven on the mother fucking beat and of course Rob Rebeck.
Na what I mean shouts out to Tech N9NE, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone!

done

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