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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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Mac Dre

Murda

 

Murda

(album: 16 Wit' Dre: Part Two - 2006)


[Mac Dre:]
I'm retchy, I'm retchy, boy
Let's do it, let's do it

Yeah, man, we be jamming
Come through in the old school slamming
In my trunk, is a cannon
If it's funk I leave no man standing
Stalk the streets of the 'sco like Reggie Hammond
Go strong to the hole like Ed O'Bannon
Hennessy with the lemon, just me and some women
Big butts stretch the fuck out they jeans and they denim
I always get my macking on; yes, I keep it cracking, holmes
When it's funk, I'm cracking domes; black up then I'm smashing home

[Rydah J. Klyde:]
Yo, yo, they say they love you 'cause they feel you, yo
Or maybe 'cause they hear my record on the radio
Yo, yo, but if they ever tried to play me though
I stop the music, grab my tool and let it go
Oh no, this ain't a love song, it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song, it's murder that I wro-o-ote

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