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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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Tory Lanez

Woods

 

Woods

(album: The New Toronto - 2015)


[Intro:]
Let y'all niggas know what it is
We all the way live
Shout out to my bitches do the postal

[Hook:]
I get Céline for my bitch that do the postal
I get that brick, I get that bird from coast to coastal
I hit the papi then them bitches screaming, "Aye!"
I mix then pump my wrist and whip until it's dry
I threw that dope and all that dodi in the bushes
I heard the feds were looking for me, got to book it
I know you're selling but you need to cut the price
I get the pack and run that bitch like Jerry Rice

[Verse 1:]
Yeah I got that A1 perrico
Connect and I call me a Hector
I got ones that want the wholesale
I got ones that want the sectors
I got love for all my niggas
That'll come and break it down in sections
Funny all these niggas pussy
All the time I'm walking I don't need protection
I got a check on me right now
My ring looking like a lighthouse
All of them bitches you seen on their Instagram flexing
Be fucking at my house
Trapping all out of the B
Play Picasso on the beat
Niggas pissy just to get me out
They know it's 50 thousand for the feat, sheesh
Let me tell you something 'bout this chick that I got
I'm a buy her new Céline if she keeps mixing my pot
She stay all up in the kitchen in that trap, in the B
She don't twerk but with that work I swear that ass is a beast

[Hook:]
I get Céline for my bitch that do the postal
I get that brick, I get that bird from coast to coastal
I hit the papi then them bitches screaming, "Aye!"
I mix then pump my wrist and whip until it's dry
I threw that dope and all that [?] in the bushes
I heard the feds were looking for me, got to book it
I know you're selling but you need to cut the price
I get the pack and run that bitch like Jerry Rice

[Verse 2:]
For the apologies
I made so much money this year
These niggas could never ever say they copied me
Ed Sheeran covers on my shit
These niggas could never ever say they're stopping me
Fuck the apology
I got some bad bitches rolling, you know that they gotta be
All of my money colored like Monopoly, yeah
Tell all them bitches
I'm rolling, I'm smoking, I'm sipping on Hennessy, yeah
Beside them bitches that came up from Memphis
My chick only 10 I see, yeah
Energy, energy, I got that bitch off the Hennessy
All my diamonds white like they're in supremacy
All my bitches 10s like that's just the Tennessee

[Hook:]
I get Céline for my bitch that do the postal
I get that brick, I get that bird from coast to coastal
I hit the papi then them bitches screaming, "Aye!"
I mix then pump my wrist and whip until it's dry
I threw that dope and all that [?] in the bushes
I heard the feds were looking for me, got to book it
I know you're selling but you need to cut the price
I get the pack and run that bitch like Jerry Rice

done

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