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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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Future

Blood On The Money

 

Blood On The Money

(album: DS2 (Dirty Sprite 2) - 2015)


They gave lil China 25 for them thangs, nigga
They walk up on you, give it to your friends, nigga
They walk up on you, give it to you, see your friends, nigga
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
We've been at the laundromat all day
We've been washing money all day
I heard the police looking for me cause I got the hood hot
We've been at the laundromat all day
We've been washing money all day
Heard the police looking for me cause I got the hood

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up

28 grams, I serve it on the porch
I just seent 'em march, they ran off in my house
The homicide unit come into the house
My cousin murked a nigga and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some drank, say "Fuck my problems"
My hood, they treat me like I'm El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I'm Rilo
I had the warrant in Clayco and beat the case
Man I'm fresh as hell, bitch, Easter day
All my ghetto tactics I'm above average
I've been so in tune, man I've been so ambitious
Grab another Fanta, let me fill it up
If they ain't make the channel, you ain't built like us
The federales fucking with my nigga Ty
It's Black Amigo Gang 'til a nigga die
I feel I'm walking through Hell
I swear to God I'll never tell
They try to give a nigga the chair
I tell my mama, "Wish me well"

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
They got girls on the money and I still count it
They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it

I know the devil is real, I know the devil is real
I take a dose of them pills and I get real low in the field
I'll fly to LA today, and I live so high in the Hills
I share the mansion with goonies, I shared the bitch with a goonie
I took the mack I'm a [?] niggas ain't slipping, we got 'em
I took the pack out to Paris, me and that money got married
Me and the molly got married
Devoted in everything, my niggas mean everything
We're 5 deep inside a Chevy
Yeah we tryna get it
Ask me do I know how to whip it
Fuck the witness

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up

She put me off and it was ugly
I made a million dollars, say she love me
The way she did me, it destroyed me
I kept it real with lil' shorty
I've been going bar for bar, these niggas know what's popping with me
I can go from car to car, these bitches quarter million at least
Two thousand for the shoes, I keep some shit on my feet
I'm prolly in the mood to fuck your bitch on the beach
I dropped out of school and I get money like Meech
Send 'em drank and send 'em the driver just to get something to eat
You see how things change?
I came from cocaine

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up

I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up a drink, say "Fuck my problems"
The federales fucking with my nigga Ty
It's Black Amigo Gang 'til a nigga die
I heard the police looking for me cause I got the hood hot
Heard the police looking for me cause I got the hood
They got girls on the money and I still count it
They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it

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