Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm shit
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn
Forget your dreams being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his drugged up
I told you once, but you so here's a flashback
"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 fought in first
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
played like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in
Listen up, all these take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some messy
Got your family for your ass on sally jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split steven seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended when I my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you more shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live
You get your grill sprayed twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block 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 know that shit, though. less 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 us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and 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 this is a town
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the 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? just coincidental
When rhyme your even 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 think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4