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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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Gunplay

Stay Schemin Freestyle

 

Stay Schemin Freestyle

(album: Bogotá Rich: The Prequel - 2012)


These niggers is not friends, these bitches is all hoes
The police is watching me, look at me, front row
Come on, look at me, front row
Come on, look at me, front row
These niggers is not friends, these bitches is all hoes
The police is watching me, look at me, front row
Come on, look at me, front row
Come on, look at me, front row

A1 since day one
Man, these niggers had cake, I had to wait crumbs
Fake jersey on, boot leg L1's
Black heart, if you depart I could care not
Spare nothing, self made, why should I share some?
So much I wanna save one pair of lungs
I'm just a skinny pimp, no frail numbers
Scheming with schemers and a few belt jumpers
I'm thuging till I motherfucking hear trompets
But to then your hear my drum roll brrrrr dopping
I'm clearly distorted to just a few wussup
True to the game since true and but

These niggers is not friends, these bitches is all hoes
The police is watching me, look at me, front row
Come on, look at me, front row
Just look at me, front row
These niggers is not friends, these bitches is all hoes
The police is watching me, look at me, front row
Come on, look at me, front row
Come on, look at me, front row

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?