Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

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

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin your skull like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I get offended 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 kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty pockets, jack
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and it back
old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit
Y'all wouldn't about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
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
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the are you? it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your even than the instrumental
Your just a with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4