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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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Chop Chop Chop

 

Chop Chop Chop

(album: Blue Chips 7000 - 2017)


Shh, it's okay it's okay
It's okay it's okay
Damn, you taste good
Damn you, motherfucker
[Coughing]

The wheels on the range go chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Said, the wheels on the range go chop, chop, chop
All up and down the block, block, block
The wheels on the range go chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Said, the wheels on the range go chop, chop, chop
All up and down the block, block, block

Kelly Slater couldn't ride this wave
Or those dudes from The Endless Summer
We getting bent until the sun up
You getting wet up if you run up
Hold on (yeah, uh huh)
Man, the blunt burn for longer
Than the whole Badu concert
And while I was walking back to the whip
And still had a fat clip
I threw it on the floor and said, "shit"
The whole ride back I ain't say shit
'Cause sometimes I be devastated
I need the feeling like I'm levitating
In the lotus flower posed
With patience's with power shows
They say that I been sculpted with a Pharaoh's nose
I like to think that I got Daryl's nose
It's like it's 1986 again
Flushing queens for'real
Fuck the way you feel
I love the way I feel
It's like it's 1986 again
Flushing queens for'real
Fuck the way you feel
Fuck the way you feel, pussy

The wheels on the range go chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Said, the wheels on the range go chop, chop, chop
All up and down the block, block, block
The wheels on the range go chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop
Said, the wheels on the range go chop, chop, chop
All up and down the block, block, block

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