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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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Kid Rock

Am What I Am

 

Am What I Am

(album: Bad Reputation - 2022)


I don't hang with snowflakes, big fakes or suck-ups
I roll with the gangsters, rednecks and fuck-ups
Dropping them caddies and jacking them trucks up
Hunting and fishing, you know what's up
Hanging these bucks up, straight Boone and Crockett
Rocking the mic just like white chocolate
Been the game since we was flipping cassettes
And you still ain't met a motherfucking like me yet, huh

I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
Praise the Lord every Sunday
Couldn't care less what people think
"Yes sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

(I am what I am) damn it feels good
Damn it feels good

I like truck stop chicken, pickles and french fries
All kinds of women, skinny or thick thighs
No mirage baby, open your eyes
I got a camouflaged double wide up on the hillside
So fly you could call me the fliest
So high you could call me your highness
So what if I'm over the hill? Come on
Say I won't 'cause motherfucker I will

I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
Praise the Lord every Sunday
Couldn't care less what people think
"Yes sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee

I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
Praise the Lord every Sunday
Couldn't care less what people think
"Yes sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't
Damn it feels good
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't
Damn it feels good

done

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