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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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Hotboii

40 Mins

 

40 Mins

(album: Life Of A Hotboii - 2021)


Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don't think
I heard them say it was beef well okay cool try not to tweak
And ain't no way in hell this shit's supposed to make it out the streets
I got eyes everywhere, you ain't been in your hood in 'bout a week
Like 12 we hit your block we walking up and swinging doors
Since 12 running with glocks how they know 'bout the studio
Now my wrist on coolio
Fuck these bitches, they do the most
I don't think you deserve no double R, if I go to jail you'll be ghost

You'll be gone to the streets where you belong
Say you want beef I don't care what he on
Free my niggas out the cage till they ding dong
And my niggas in the grave it wont be long
I turnt a pool to a jacuzzi, I jumped in with my heat on me
I got a few loose screws, I spray shit, WD-40
Tryna flex you can't even afford it
I'm up next and I ain't even order
I just took some lean put it in a soda
I don't even be drinkin the shit when I'm rolling
Told em imma make a wish when you blow it
She can't even take the dick where you goin
Bury my money with me so I can take it wherever I'm goin
My niggas in postion, put em on they feet the depending on me
You can do it yourself
Gotta make sure my momma don't ever lose no hair
Yeah you was down at the beginning but it don't matter
Yeah 'cause as soon as I got booked you flipped the chapter

Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don't think
I heard them say it was beef well okay cool try not to tweak
And ain't no way in hell this shit's supposed to make it out the streets
I got eyes everywhere, you ain't been in your hood in 'bout a week
Like 12 we hit your block we walking up and swinging doors
Since 12 running with glocks how they know 'bout the studio
Now my wrist on coolio
Fuck these bitches, they do the most
I don't think you deserve no double R, if I go to jail you'll be ghost
(You'll be gone)

It's a massacre I'm packing syrup
Backwood packed with purp
I might start a clothing line
We turn niggas ass to merch
Last opp he was down to earth, he got put past the earth
Make me show the police in Orlando how that magic work
Disappear on em, switching gears on em
Been got my check up way before corona
I remember spinning a 4 door Corolla
I ain't never duck no smoke I let a nigga get high as they wanna
I pull up like fire up the doja, fire the doja where all the stoners
My bride Fiona I married the green
Life in the swamp was never serene
She 30 like Curry, get wet for the team
Trust in these bitches, that ain't what it be
Get calls and all whenever you leave
I know you ain't been in your hood 'bout a week
I don't need a voucher, I'm good in the streets
I don't need a voucher, I'm good in the streets

Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don't think
I heard them say it was beef well okay cool try not to tweak
And ain't no way in hell this shit's supposed to make it out the streets
I got eyes everywhere, you ain't been in your hood in 'bout a week
Like 12 we hit your block we walking up and swinging doors
Since 12 running with glocks how they know 'bout the studio
Now my wrist on coolio
Fuck these bitches, they do the most
I don't think you deserve no double R, if I go to jail you'll be ghost
(You'll be gone)

done

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