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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!

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Freddie Gibbs

Burn Rubber

 

Burn Rubber


It's about family and uh, stacking up this paper
That's what it's really about, what up?
If I wasn't rapping, I'd still be doing this old shit here
Y'know, this ain't nothing but materialistic
Y'now, knowledge is power

Yeah, straight from the tippy-top
Ghetto nigga flip flop at the Bentley lot
Duffle bag, boy, up on that 250 yacht
Finna rain on these hoes with the drippy-drop
Yeah, ride with the semi cocked
Hit a lick at the bus on the rent-a-cop
They know nigga flip-flop at the Bentley lot
Finna rain all these hoes with the drippy-drop
Nigga, whip the pot, nigga, whip the butter
Finna hop in that foreign and burn rubber
AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka
I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her (yeah)
I don't got time for bitches
Go backstage at my show there's a line of bitches
Black, Latino and white, it's all kind of bitches
Nigga, might catch a case, never mind them bitches
Never mind them hoes, never mind them haters
They gon' smile in your face and say "fuck you" later
Grab my fork and my scale and my calculator
You can't touch me like Hammer, I'm touching paper (yeah)
Copped a mansion on the acres, my shit on a mountain so fuck a neighbor
Got my fork and my scale and my calculator
You can't touch me like Hammer, I'm touching paper

Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber
AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka
I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her
Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber
AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka
I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her

Nigga I don't love her, nigga I don't need her
I just K.O.'d that pussy, I'm undefeated
I'm the underground king, nigga Bun beat it
Used to rap with that raw dope in my 2-liter
I still rap with that pot jumping out the speaker
'Bout to hop in that pack, moving Micheal Keaton
In the Jeep just like Nino, my brother's keeper
Beat the case, tell them crackas I'm undefeated (yeah)
Thugging like Master P, I always feel like somebody be watching me
I'm just selling it, dawg, get it popping, leave
Served my first clucker on Carolina street
Put some bread on your head, I can buy the street
I got killas that's going off the powder, G
Drop the top like your ho sloppy-topping me
She gon' drop off the dog and then probably leave
I just mixed up half a brick in the blender
Hundred pounds of that stanky boy, crack a window
'Bout to wrap up this shit, where you wanna send em'?
Fuck with killers, drug dealers, they no pretenders
Bet they bury me a G ain't no pretender
Blowing dope they smoke up out of tinted Benzes
Daughter never gotta worry about tuition
Bet they bury me, G ain't no pretender

Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber
AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka
I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her
Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber
AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka
I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her

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