Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a nugget" (what they 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 bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith

[verse
I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn
Forget your dreams about being fans hugged up
You be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so a flashback
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't in days
up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
your skull split 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 lil' kim edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live
You get grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and it back
Ten-year old be standin on the block with gats
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. you come
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 last long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put glasses 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
ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in bitch, they need to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two in the joint, nobody's touchin hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4