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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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Car Talk

 

Car Talk

(album: Spitta Andretti: Verde Terrace - 2011)


And I'm a Nike Head My car entice the Feds
My bitches Porno-Bred you countin corny bread
I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat
Can't sing but they know Spitta holding C-notes
Critics say that he flow only bout weed
They don't know about me They just judging from my Tweet Quotes
Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope
Fuck 'em tho. I'm with my niggas and my bitches
Everywhere we going my older he homie flicking pictures
He tripping cause he just came home locked up all that time
Ain't know that I became a Don
The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on
Welcomed him with open arms JetLife niggas wishin they was in the fold
They ain't they in the fuckin cold
I'm in the paint dunking on niggas
Expanding my crib my garage getting bigger
Call Rozay tell him "sell a donk to a nigga"
Or point me to expert builder
I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders
Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners
I'm a be in there chillin where I parked my other race cars
Clearing out a space for my newest edition
It's Spitta The master of the Car Talk
No engine
My shit powered by the all-spark
Straight sickening

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