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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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Kid Rock

Intro

 

Intro

(album: Kid Rock - 2003)


All the way live
From the cornfields of Romeo, Michigan
Detroit, rock city
Two, double-o three, and four
The early morning, stoned, motherfucking cowboy
Here we go

Kid motherfucking Rock, call what you know
I got them bitches and them riches and that old school flow
Big nuts and such, you can't even front
I got it all bitch, so what'chu what'chu want
I can do it better than Jordan playing ball at twenty-two
Quicker than Rod Carou, sicker than Motley Crue
Who? Yeah, motherfucker, The Who too
Beatles, Stones, The Ramones, Trick and U2

A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC
A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC

I've got the brakes to shake the whole United States
Earthquakes couldn't recreate my shake
No fake, no make-up, who relates
Check these rhymes, motherfucker, they all first takes
No fucking around, I put it down
Pop your shit, but don't pop it in my hometown
Cause I flow down Motown sound shit
The motor city ain't nothing to fuck with

I'm the flyest, there's none flyer
I'm the highest, there's none higher
I spit truth, I've never been a liar
And I won't stop rocking till I retire

A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC
A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC

done

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