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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.

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DJ Quik

Trouble

 

Trouble

(album: Under Tha Influence - 2002)


[DJ Quik]
I'm not ya one hit wonder
And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep
know I got the heat up under
Not up under the seat, up under my cheek
Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks
I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer
I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger
And I can't call it how I see it no more
'Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel
And these bitches be the same too
Coming with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you
And that's exactly what the game do
And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you
So what in the hell you want to floss her for?
It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)
You giving a game of black eye in ya S-5
While you niggas kick back popping X you let that cuz' dry
And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)
And don't be going for that shit "I got a sore throat" (yeah)
Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)
Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)

[Chorus: AMG]
When I bump on this trouble
Niggas getting big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Getting rich bitch is the only concern

When I bump on this trouble
Niggas getting big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Getting rich bitch is the only concern
The only concern

[AMG]
Bitch you get fucked, can't suck
but you want a nigga with a million bucks
A 5-double-0 and a Rover truck
I bend 'em all over 'til I know they stuck
Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A
But how many dicks did ya suck today?
Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?
All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate
Bitch want to get drunk and high
Point that booty on to the sky
Square ass bitch go bake a pie
Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye
Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)
The Benz ain't a rental
Sipping on shit that ya can't pronounce
Ho quit staring at my bank account

[Chorus: AMG]
When I bump on this trouble
Niggas getting big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Getting rich bitch is the only concern

[DJ Quik]
I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing
P the reason you know
'Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho
Legendary my name
Secondary you came
And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane
Still 5'11", 6 feet with shoes
Compton, OG nigga giving niggas the blues
Etched in stone, making yo bitch fetch the bone
I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone
The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above
Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood
Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)
I'm a cop me a kilo of yay
and try to get it cracking like it's '82 (ahh yeah)
With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace
Dipping round the whole place (whole place)
Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)
And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face
The way my glock cock keep a niggas full
got him spitting like that pitcher from the KC Royals
Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P.
Very sincerely yours
Quik nigga please

[Chorus: AMG]
When I bump on this trouble
Niggas getting big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Getting rich bitch is the only concern

When I bump on this trouble
Niggas getting big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Getting rich bitch is the only concern
The only concern

When I bump on this trouble
Niggas getting big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Getting rich bitch is the only concern

Ahh

done

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