Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while shit
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget dreams about being 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 be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
played like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I still make illa noyz
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some alley
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like steven
Let the cat out, out, detroit's 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 a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin 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 on the block with gats
Just for livin get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there careers last long
So like a generation we've passed on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin loops transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
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 touchin
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
just 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 time you'll think twice of who you wit

3 and 1/4