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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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Gucci Mane

Serve On

 

Serve On

(album: Brick Factory: Volume One - 2014)


I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and sday real, real good

I give my serve on
Talking on the phone
They call me My Serve On
Shaking here the dope, saying real, real good
Then we crave the Gucci and say we're real, real good
Ain't no limit to this shit
I already been with this shit
Ain't that bitch worth a dime
Hit the dealers with the bitch
You know I dope my hoes and dime
And pay my millie for the bitch

I grew up in the capital
Cause I'm very, very rich
You are
Disgrace to your family
You know your son [?]
Mistaking at your birth
You shouldn't have been a bitch
No, niggaz aren't trying to walk [?]

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good

I look like avocado
Niggaz in the hood they'd be picture at your lotto
Got hundreds of soldiers
My niggaz are woving
My niggaz be with women and coking
My niggaz they play with the song
I know you can't handle the pressure

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good

They call my Mr Serve On
While we're smashing serve on
I don't really search for love
Cause I didn't purchase for one
But I'm tied in with camouflage form
But I don't need no pass, yeah

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good
Hear saying Gucci that we're real, real hood

done

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