Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every time I up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone phase me, but like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so a flashback
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in grade
Ain't nothin lyrical you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc's (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some messy
Got your family for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no
Leavin skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a kim radio edit
Stick up be tryin to live paid
You get your grill with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us careers wouldn't last long
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin loops that transcend bitch in you
ever try to say this is a ghost town
One rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on jefferson the drug dealers
Two in the joint, nobody's touchin hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your rhyme your even worse than the
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you wit

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