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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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Maybach

 

Maybach

(album: Glockoma - 2018)


Sosa 808 got this bitch knocking, nigga, ayy

I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, "Where your shirt at?"
Bitch, why you worried? I'm flexing on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

Goon by the beam, bitch, we tote a lot of things (Yeah)
Young nigga eating, watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), bitch, this hustling in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eating (Glizzock)
I been pimping since a teen, can't you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I'm only 21, goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes staring (Starin')
Doors up, eye candy (What?), can't park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)

I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like, "Where your shirt at?" (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I'm flexing on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire, fire)

Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that bitch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs, yeah
Creeping with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two something
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killing shit, I'm gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can't call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, "Where you work at?"
And I don't want no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Capping and they fraud, that's on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil' nigga living extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah

I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, "Where your shirt at?" (Yeah)
Bitch, why you worried? (Bitch), I'm flexing on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

done

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