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 hard rhyme" ---> 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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
frontin 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 you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to flies
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 I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take
When I 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 this

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My smith and wessy got you in some alley messy
Got your family for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't no more
Leavin your skull split like seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended when I hear my badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed with bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for livin nowadays'll get you with bats
I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've been 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 many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One million rappers in this bitch, need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on 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
your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper with no
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next time you'll twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4