Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

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

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans 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 couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're played like my old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
Thats rough like my face I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on sally
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get offended when I hear my badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a lil' kim edit
up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty pockets, jack
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
for livin 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 that shit, though. less you
To my city, ya know what'm see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us there careers wouldn't last
So like a generation been passed on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that every bitch in you
Don't try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
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 just
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
Your just a with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

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