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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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Mick Jenkins

Earl Sweatshirt Type Beat

 

Earl Sweatshirt Type Beat

(album: or more; the frustration - 2018)


Uh
I still fuck with type beats off
(Let that shit breathe right there man)
(I want people to think about that shit for a second)
(Mick Jenkins, give that man a round of applause)

I still fuck with type beats off YouTube
Like fuck the who's who
Of the producers that you used to
May think I'm loco
Every L just start a lesson, that's blessings by the bookoo
Common sense just not that common, cop the Gucci Coco
Common projects from the projects to that luxury lame shit
Just a fancy high rise man, its really the same shit
I'm ducked off the pills and speaking Spanglish
We don't wave no banners star spangled, there's too much anguish
In recent history, no mystery here
Bring the froggy feelings, fuck a foggy memory
I'm meant to be clear, as crystal
Even my momma copped a pistol
I need the shotty, through your body
Like a chill, we don't know no chill
Uppercuts to your grill on my George Foreman
Animals with me like I'm George Orwell
You been forewarned boy, I'm brainstorming
I'm up late, no James Quarter, no camcorders
They never see you when you work this hard
They always see you, you don't work enough
I play my cards, let you work the bluff
I [?] the curtains up
The show is live
These sad boys got y'all perking up
I'm getting sicker can't you see me coughing verses up
Only a few games until my crew gain
Six figures in a hole, I was Saddam Hussein
This time last year back in the black
And know I stack, rinse, and repeat
Ain't missed a beat
Huh
Might miss a few mills to cook up a beat
You know how it be

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