Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
Lyrkit press

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!)

next

skip
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

Or rate me in App Store:


And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Quando Rondo

Project Kid

 

Project Kid

(album: Life B4 Fame - 2018)


Grrah, young nigga on some project shit
Young nigga on some project shit, ayy
Quando Rondo nigga

Young nigga on some project shit, harder than a project brick
Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that's my starter kit
I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
I'd rather be judged by six than carried by twelve
Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don't show real love
I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up
Riding 'behind my kinfolk, shout out Leeky, yeah it's crip love
I got a couple exes, I ain't gon' lie, I know I still love

On the paddy wagon, head down 'cause I was handcuffed
Multiple fights in juvenile, I had to get my hands up
Kicking in them doors, shit I had to get my bags up
If it's pressure with them niggas we gon' hit him in his mask up
Jumped up off the porch, money hungry, streets was starving me
First time slanging iron was with Rufus, thugging on Orange Street
Fell in love with R&B, Purp said rap what you live
Just Simi up the road saying that Quaffy got killed, this shit real
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
Keep me safely through the night, and wake me with the morning light
If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
Before I walk up out this door, I gotta grab that thirty-eight

Young nigga on some project shit, harder than a project brick
Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that's my starter kit
I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
I'd rather be judged by six than carried by twelve
Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don't show real love
I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up
Riding 'behind my kinfolk, shout out Leeky, yeah it's crip love
I got a couple exes, I ain't gon' lie, I know I still love

Growing up where I'm from, a dope dealer was my role model
Auntie smoking, grandmama addicted to the pill bottle
Got some niggas down the road think I forgot, but I still got 'em
Told such and such to chill with such and such but he still shot him
Rapper platinum in the industry, I'm going platinum in the streets
I'm not LeBron James, I promise I'll never leave the heat
A nigga will leave you six feet deep, stretched out on the block
Jaden came to visitation, they told me Ralfy got knocked, I was shocked

Taking a closer look at the crime numbers in Savannah, get this: there have been thirty one homicides this year. But we're digging deeper, uncovering the number of unsolved murders in Savannah... Life in prison without the possibility of parole.

Young nigga on some project shit, harder than a project brick
Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that's my starter kit
I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
I'd rather be judged by six than carried by twelve
Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don't show real love
I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up
Riding 'behind my kinfolk, shout out Leeky, yeah it's crip love
I got a couple exes, I ain't gon' lie, I know I still love

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?