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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

In The Middle

 

In The Middle

(album: How Fly - 2009)


[Verse 1: Curren$y]
It's the planes and the the Taylor Gang!
And I'm
Fucking with the Chronic cause' the Chronic give me dopness
Center of the camera focus
Once the Car Service doors open
I'm with a chick you only seen on magazine covers posing
I really know this bitch
I won't tell you I got it unless I could show you it
I'm not gon' tell you about it unless I got through it
Formula One car, code word for solo whip
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you I'm cool
Weed lit
Lights flipped up on the Porsche
The same model Tony escaped from the club with
When them haters tried to knock him off
That's cold
Destroyer of the track I am Spitta Destro
You in the club line obeying the dress code
I drive by
Bitches making googley eyes
Google me Ma
I do that music so beautifully huh?
Believe that
JETS nigga retweet that

[Hook: Curren$y]
And In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop

[Verse 2: Wiz]
Yeah
Gang
Plus
Planes
JETS Taylor Gang
You know the slang
Bad bitches feeding me Champagne
Show up smelling like weed on the plane
People cut they eyes but they don't say shit
Rep Taylor Gang plus the Planes bitch
Polo Socks
Bad Bitches dig em cause' they know the flow so hot
They be at my shows hoping one day they can meet us
And maybe we'll smoke
I ain't on no Hollywood shit
You sexy and know how to handle your weed?
You probably could bitch
Bong rips send us to Hong Kong trips
My life is a movie stick to the script
Can tell that it's quality before it's lit
He is I and I am him
Some bitches a lot of weed and gin
Tattoos cover my skin
Hoes scream Taylor Gang out they roof
Plus they love the JETS music
Uh huh yeah
Lemme hear it

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