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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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Curren$y

Blown

 

Blown

(album: Fear And Loathing In New Orleans - 2008)


[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

I be blown in my city, really gone off the sticky
I get blown in my city by the hoes you think is pretty
You ain't known in your city
Pimp, you slipping, you better get with it
Bet you Spitta pop up in a Lamborgini by Christmas
I pop that shit and when I speak, I speak it into existence
Millions upon millions, I'm looking good with it
Bitches know 'bout Spitta, an addict for Tenni's
All my hoes who shop for me know I don't wear white fitteds
Half-baked, Mr. Nice Guy with it
Flow so serious, it's often bitten
Blame I don't place on them but shame on them
And my name's ringing bells
The [?] are changing the air, these niggas are not prepared
But the streets are very aware
Spitta is the original, niggas got identity crisis, they trying to be similar
The way he kick shit you would think Bruce Lee was killing him
Catch my breath and then I go back in
I put on for my city, grind strong for my city
Get that natural exposure, bring it home to my city
[?] great weed we buy
Spirit of the Wright brothers, nigga we that fly
Yeah

Come on nigga
Put on for your mother fucking city if you got to, gangsta
Get it while the getting is good, nigga
Fuck the bullshit, nigga
I been putting on for my city since fucking '91, nigga
And I'm still there, ya heard me
Magnolia ain't [?]
We still putting on for the city, nigga
Everywhere I go, nigga, Magnolia follow me
Niggas in my heart, niggas in my bones, ya heard me
And we putting on for my city
And every other niggas city that I go to, nigga
Put on for your city, gangsta

done

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