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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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Cutlass Cathedrals

 

Cutlass Cathedrals

(album: The OutRunners - 2020)


Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop out that shit in the middle of the street, nigga
East Side
La música de Harry Fraud
Uh, yeah

I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old loft
It was a rental home, I fell in love with the spot
So I bought, throw them ninety inch TV's up on the wall
My homie hooked up the surround sound and he hid the cords
Did the surveillance, I could keep an eye on all my cars
I went to Rozay crib, this nigga rich
He got whips in garages organized by colors and shit
I was inspired by this
I went back to the grind for the first time in years
I wrote raps on my flight
Kicked it at my house that night, got crazy high thinking 'bout how I could expand mine
Put the team on the same page at the same time
Then split up and close in on the game from all sides
Crushed them motherfuckas, dudes on mushrooms think they can touch us without repercussions
This work comes with something

I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old loft
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old loft
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old loft
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old loft

Uh, I played the backseat last Saturday
In the Rolls reminiscing about how I came up gradually
Over time, I prayed to God for it, but he made me wait
Had to condition my spirit so that it wouldn't break
Now I'm hella straight, estate behind iron gates
Having my cake and eating it too, saying grace
Thankful for the food, chrome Daytons on my '62
Sunroof, the fresh interior, my engine tuned
Sundry driving though I slide that bitch on Monday's too
Everyday the same to you, once you touch enough loot

I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old loft

done

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