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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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Highed Up

 

Highed Up

(album: Pilot Talk II - 2010)


Uhh. Yeahh.
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up

Fuck all that shit you talk,
you ain't got no Byzantine chain,
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's candy canes
bitches tangled in my slang pilot language
We assassinate them lames
flash my high beams
get the fuck up out our lane
say Trade, I swear this shit going how we planned it,
less a couple niggas though, I ain't really tripping though
see 'em when we see 'em
send 'em bottles and a couple hos
spread love is the Jet way,
all day, me and my bitch riding to that Biggie
up to Texas chopping wit big Bun up out a meal ticket
real niggas from my set know I still kick it
others be like I don't fuck with 'em,
that's why I don't fuck with 'em
I don't know why though, I ain't ever fuck with 'em
would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em
well fuck niggas.
We roll up bigger than you used to seeing
smoking em in places you ain't used to being
this is trill nigga season,
real niggas eating, scrap,
get the scraps if we leave em.
Yeah

Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
but all my joints gon' smoke so my bitches get highed up

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