Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine a gold 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 it (what they know about
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget your dreams about with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a 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"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause startin to draw flies
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb 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 jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
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 shit missin than a kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there careers wouldn't last
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, jockin us and not 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 in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly out on jefferson with the drug dealers
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 even worse than the
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

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