Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" keith murray
"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

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while shit
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn
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 so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop 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, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
Don't know shit about chicago, but I still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (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 some messy
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like steven
Let the cat out, out, detroit's 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 a lil' kim radio edit
up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty pockets, jack
Or i'ma 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 kids be standin on the with gats
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

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

3 and 1/4