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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

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Gunplay

Numbers on the Board

 

Numbers on the Board

(album: Gunplay - 2014)


Living legend, nigga
Living legend, nigga
Living legend, nigga

Fuck is my name? No sucker for fame
Never tucked in a chain, what, you fucking insane?
You little brat, we ain't nothing the same
No new lieutenant, same crew in the game
Bang! Dang, I must be super insane
To punch 50 in the face and beat a sentence in vain
Murder, mayhem, machines and machetes in the AM
Pirellis on the Lam' and I'm barely in the lab
Barely good at math
You niggas from the street? I'm from the belly of the ave'
Berettas or the jabs
Can't bargain with a Carbon 15
Parched and fatigued in my starch fatigues
Waiting for the income and marching fiends
Try and pump up from pawns to kings
From under the porch light to picking the Porsche type
From doubling dirty money that I'm forced to clean
Getting high, not caring what the poison is
I be whipping babies like some noisy kids
Every day, steak, lobster, oysters, ribs, bibs
Man, them fakes be recording fibs
Torch, new Bimmer, got no miles and rims
Control the trap like the house on Sims
It was all good a week ago, now it's no grins
For all y'all niggas, no wins
And I'll go polish my rims
And scrape gum off the bottom of my Timbs
Whack a motherfucker, give his partner a glimpse
Slinging Add' at your front door
You need guns? I want war

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
'Bout crime no more

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