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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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Suzuki Peaches

 

Suzuki Peaches

(album: Honeybloom - 2018)


(What you want nigga?)
Man I need that fucking 449cc shit, my nigga
That 4 stroke
(OK)
5 speed, nigga, straight up
(5 speed)
Straight out the Suzuki catalog, you feel me like

Halo
Fire it up
Lighting it up
Yeah, woo

And it look like peaches in motion
On that side street we burning the asphalt
It's my fault
I turned fast, my bad
Straight from the catalog
You don't want a Honda
You don't want a Yamaha
Suzuki
Twisting ballerina, whistle ocarina
That extendo-seater (Speed)
Spike like cowboy bebop
Yeah, that rubber heat up
Baby, can you keep up?
Can you?
Can you?

Red handles, ooh la la
(He got the red joints)
Red handles, ooh la la
Red handles, ooh la la
(He got the red joints)
Red handles
And when the paint job chip
It is what it is
Is what is
It is what it is

I try not to
Think about it too much
Try not to
I'm not tripping
I'm not thinking about when we copped that
Take it to a shop for a paint job
You said you like apricot
I'm like nah, can't do that
Need that atomic tangerine
That glossy, that candy
And it look like peaches in motion
On that side street we cut up

Baby napalm, firecracker
Just because I'll open up
For you
For you
Big talk, psych
Little talk, siding with the rush

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