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你好! 我是Lirkit !

我尝试了很多方法来记忆英语单词,最后找到了对我来说最有效的一种!

我们一生中听过的所有歌曲的歌词都已记在我们的记忆中。我们根本没有注意到他们,但我们都已经听到了!

我注意到,当你从一首以前听过的歌曲中学习一个新单词时,你已经永远知道这个单词的翻译,并且永远不会忘记它!

我想把这个方法分享给大家。所以,方案如下。

我们找到我们已经听过的歌曲。

我们添加了其中所有不熟悉的单词。

我们通过了记忆游戏的迷你测试。完毕

现在您已经认识了很多单词,您很快就会了解整个语言!

我打赌你会惊讶于这种方法的有效性!)

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Mick Jenkins

Farm To Table

 

Farm To Table

(专辑: The Patience - 2023)


Aye bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch
Uh smoke straight from the farm I'm on my grow shit

Aye
Reposado to sip
How much I pour ya
She in the Oscar de la renta I might have to de la Hoya
Call my lawyer
Don't even ask me
Nigga I came, fashionably late
Her style was conde nasty
That Pyrex
Wit tight neck I swallowed my breath
Hers was more of an architectural digest
I digress
Wit our chests we'd both get to speaking our minds
All kinda interior designs
Superior grapes from inferior vines
Switching time zones these is curious times
It's loose noodles no furious spoons
Fuck the waves if I could bury the moon
I mean
Shit is getting very cartoon

I keep this bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch
Uh smoke straight from the farm I'm on my grow shit
No boat made our own waves
You hot or cold no lukewarm
Can't have nobody folding
More coat hangers my way
No low hanging fruit here
I palm trees to the face
Won't speak hate to my face
Y'all on some hoe shit

Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch
Smoke straight the farm I'm on my grow shit

I smoke my own shit man (what's it called?)

Oh you ain't heard
Uh huh
This shit from farm to table, had to run it up
I never harmed an ankle
And a distribution chain so major I could start a label
We done got them '93 boys hotter than Coral Gables
Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off but I'm hardly able
Louis Vuitton liaisons Pierre Mas out of reach of the DA's arms
And Paris fashion week for perceiving you rappers even having seats
It's an unwopable waffle, the shit a masterpiece
Some fine art's Master P
Sidebar cash is king, my large bag of dreams
My daddy went Yankee, his son slanging gasoline
A million in the first three months is like two billion streams
We blowing up like Israel did to Philistines
Gaza strip mobbing through Bethlehem and they rocking Ricks
They bent on us for the way they plundered the continent
Got the world buying plane tickets off of my Ghana trips
I've been walking it my nigga now let me talk my shit

Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch
Uh 93 from the farm, I smoke my own shit

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?