Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a nugget" (what they know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they about
)
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real 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 swingin like parker
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your about being with fans hugged up
You be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you paid
And the only you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, cause startin to draw flies
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc's (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't like this

2x

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

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause us there careers wouldn't last long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin loops that every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One million rappers in bitch, they need to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly out on jefferson with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are you? it's coincidental
When rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

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