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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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Hustle Gang

Talk My Shit

 

Talk My Shit

(album: We Want Smoke - 2017)


[Peanut da Don:]
Your crew ain't no killers, your hittas ain't hit shit
What's your body count nigga, y'all niggas don't live that shit
All these extended clips, [?] sick dicks
Every nigga made my hit list, got scratched off like quick pick
You're not a gangsta, you're a crook
Put down a gun, get a book
You're just a diamond with some fire, that's why your shooting don't look
Smile soldier, no train
Then IKEA get hit
Sucker living in the rep, that's why your wig get split
They say they some shooters, I don't believe these niggas
They say they some hittas, well I don't need these hittas

[Trae tha Truth:]
Nah, I don't need these hittas, they gon' turned me into a killer
Tryna flush 'em like a shitter, fire coming through your pillow
Bet I make a nigga quit, 150 in the stick
I'm just tryna get ya fixed, put this all up in ya mix
Anywhere I go I'm piped down, play with tha Truth and get wiped down
If I go to beef and I bite down, pull up on ya black out like it's lights down
Ski mask and a driver, gun checking for a coast
Let them youngins go to work, they just here to get ya [?]
Why you playing with a boss, you ain't graduate the corner
Keep it moving in a new whip, truck'll beat you to a coma
Get your bitch cause I was on her, head shot now she a domer
When I'm done I'm getting lost, sorry for you I'm a loner
I don't care bout 'em I finesse 'em, every diamond on me random
Gang flier then a jet, I just need a place to land' em

[Young Dro:]
I got a stick, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get brrr
Hoes all in your fit
[Trae tha Truth:]
Run up on me get hit
Let me talk my shit
Bet I talk with the stick
I ain't tryna hear shit

[Young Dro:]
Air it out to my man con, I'ma shoot y'all and some
When I pull up with a stick, we gon' hold you for ransom
My gun shaking, hold me
Like [?] I got a nose bleed
Bukuboobukuboobooboomboom
Like Pac nigga, you can't hold me
Tryna turn up on me, get shot in the mouth
We ain't playing bitch, not in the South
I kill ya outside, and not in the house
I got respect for your momma, but not your spouse
I tie that bitch up and rape her too
Bitch show me the bricks, the boy got an account
Twenty two in ya stomach, and bitch running a leg
Keep squirming around and get one in the head
Boy I'm gon' out you, I don't nothing 'bout you
It's Hustle Gang, you don't care bout who?
Bout to pull quick, cause y'all ain't doing shit
I load the machine gun up out you
Brrrr brr brr brr pa pa pa, ya feel me

[Young Dro:]
I got a stick, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get brrr
Hoes all in your fit
[Trae tha Truth:]
Run up on me get hit
Let me talk my shit
Bet I talk with the stick
I ain't tryna hear shit
[Young Dro:]
I got a stick, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get brrr
Hoes all in your fit
[Trae tha Truth:]
Run up on me get hit
Let me talk my shit
Bet I talk with the stick
I ain't tryna hear shit

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